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Dreaming of Mia Ch. 01

By: Braindard



Author's Note: Thanks to all those who continue read my stories, comment and provide feedback. Next to bringing these stories to life, your readership continues to be the biggest reason I keep writing. If you haven't read my work before, please know that two things can tell you a lot about what to expect in this story: the length in pages at the bottom and the tags on the last page. Other than that, I hope you'll enjoy this story and know that I welcome your thoughts, feelings and ideas always. Thank you!

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Science has long served to explain every occurrence, every aspect of human life and the world around us. The older we get as a species, the greater an understanding of humanity we gain. You might say that it is a truly remarkable time to be alive, that science is advancing faster than ever before. You might even be right. Then again, imagine years ago, the incredibility of discovering space, or the roundness of our planet, or even the existence of microscopic cells within our very lifeblood.

The point is that mysteries have long existed in many facets of our lives, and even at the rate we seem to be explaining them all away, those that escape us are still nothing short of exhilarating.

Such is the human mind. Sure, science has recently debunked the myth that we use only 10 percent of our brains (humans actually use up to 100 percent of their brains at times) and we know much about the functionality and parts of the human brain. But it still largely escapes us. Only guesses have been made at exactly what part of the brain fires when you are reaching for something on the table, or thinking hard about a problem you've encountered. Consciousness, our need for sleep, memory and prediction are still concepts that science falls short of explaining.

Mike Wasserman was thinking of nothing quite so intellectual on his way home one Wednesday afternoon from work. He was making the 30 minute drive from his office to his house in the suburbs and instead his mind was on getting home in time to catch the football game.

It wasn't because of bad driving, on his part or the driver of the pickup that blew a tire. It wasn't the weather. It was just chance.

Somewhere in the time between the smash of his car colliding with the sidewall of the bridge and the rush of cool water against his skin, it happened. Just as there are inexplicable occurrences in science, there is that one-in-a-million happenstance, or what some might call a miracle.

The whiplash of breaking through the barrier... the weightlessness throughout a thirty-foot plunge and the jarring smack of his head against the airbag could have done it. The right combination of trauma and never-before-encountered emotions and sensations could have done it. Or maybe it was the full two minutes of unconsciousness before Mike was revived on the bank of the lake by a heroic bystander.

And it didn't happen right away. He didn't know it as he was being brought in an ambulance to the hospital, nor did he sense that something was different as his family huddled around him in the emergency room.

A few bumps and bruises, a dislocated shoulder and a possible concussion was the diagnosis. Mike would be a Subaru man until the day he died after that. His son Billy and daughter Mia hugged and kissed him, particularly Mia who seemed to not believe him for a second when he told her "No honey, I don't need anything, everything is okay." She refused to stop kissing him on the cheek every chance she got as the police recounted the events of the day for the record.

His wife Jessie even poured it on pretty thick. She made sure to get a presumptuous question or two in about whether Mike was driving fast the way he usually does or on the phone with his business partner about that recent property they'd acquired, but for the most part she seemed genuinely worried about him.

The doc's insisted that Mike stay overnight for observation. He grumbled at it, but in the end agreed. Mia fought hard to stay for the night, but her mother argued that she had school in the morning and she was not going to miss it again. Oooh that look on his daughter's face was scornful as he watched her succumb to her mother's will; Mike knew the feeling well.

"I'll be just fine baby; don't worry about your old dad." Mike told her.

"I'm taking care of you every day, before and after school daddy, and I don't care how many times you tell me you're fine," said his concerned teenager, leaning in for one last peck on the lips before she had to leave.

God she was a good girl. Mike had always felt like he lucked out with Mia. Most fathers his age had nothing but complaints about their daughters that were close to Mia's age. Attitude, disobedience, and boys were some of the biggest gripes - but at eighteen, Mia had stayed out of trouble, mostly, and she and her dad were very close. Pretty too, very pretty, and yet his young brunette had already learned how to deal with boys and Mike rarely had to scare them away from her.

"Mia, it's time to go," said her mother, eliciting a frustrated sigh from their young daughter. He was disappointed to see her leave, it would have been fun to have Mia along for the night but he knew she needed to get some sleep before school.

Mike said goodbye to his wife and son and watched them leave. He didn't necessarily want to stay in the hospital that night, (who ever did) but he was so damn tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. His body and his mind were beckoning him to sleep - to get some much needed rest after a traumatic day.

As he lay in bed, listening to the bustle of the hospital dying down around his room, Mike couldn't help but replay the crash. He remembered it in slow motion, agonizing over whether or not he could have avoided it altogether. Thank God nobody else was hurt. The driver of that truck was exceedingly lucky he hadn't cruised off the other side of the bridge!

Finally he drifted off to sleep, remembering how nice it had been to have his family doting over him, remembering that silly lip gloss his daughter wore and how he could taste it after she'd kissed him goodnight.

Dreams are one of the most interesting parts about existence. It's almost an alarming thought that your mind is free to run rampant outside the bounds of consciousness. They come and go. Some nights they are vivid and seem to unfold twice as long as the time you lie in your bed. Other nights, the mind seems to stay quiet, or it leaves no trace of the things imagination had conjured up in the hours preceding waking. You can't control them, except on that rare occasion where you wake up and beg to go back to sleep and finish that one thing your dream-self had been desperately trying to achieve. You might even be able to influence things a little bit as you hover in that shallow area of consciousness.

Mike's dreams that night were seemingly normal. He dreamt of the accident, replaying it in his head. He dreamt of that project he'd been working on, wishing dearly that it would be successful. He imagined that he had sustained no injuries in the accident - a hopeful thought given how much his shoulder socket had begun to ache by the time he fell asleep. Though he wouldn't fully remember it in the morning, he also had a mischievous thought of the nurse who'd been attending him, wondering what it might be like if she wore something that allowed him a better look at her sizable chest through her scrubs when she bent over to check his vitals.

But something was different, something that Mike had yet to realize. Scientific research has recently begun connecting the dots about how people dream. It has yet to explain why, but it seems that during sleep the brain is capable of accessing many different sectors of the brain used in everyday life. But theories have long existed that dreams might just reach further. To Mike, his dreams appeared normal. He awoke, remembering a bit more than usual of what he'd dreamed about, but was otherwise unfazed. It took him a moment or two to realize where he was, to replay the events of the previous day and accept the inconvenience of having sunk his car to the bottom of the lake.

There was something curious though: for a man who had been in a terrifying car crash the day before, he felt pretty good. The wooziness he'd felt before going to sleep, and the ache in his shoulder seemed to have abated. Mike had long felt a bit of pride about his healing time, and this seemed to stroke his ego a bit. He wrote his curiosity off.

"Good morning Mr. Wasserman," said his nurse with a smile. She was pretty; she made staying in the hospital a little bit more tolerable, if nothing else.

"Good morning Janey, and please quit calling me Mr. Wasserman, it makes me feel like my Dad," Mike replied, watching her move about the room, opening curtains and checking his machines.

"You sucked those fluids right up Mike," she replied, "feeling any better?"

He laughed, "a lot, actually."

"Well, good, because the doc gave me the go ahead to release you after I check your blood pressure and do a couple of cognitive tests. You ready to go home?"

"Definitely." Mike replied

"Good. I hope you don't mind that I gave your wife a call and she's on her way to pick you up now. I've gotta grab a few things and I'll be right back to do those tests"

"Trying to get rid of me Janey?" Mike asked.

"Never!" she scoffed.

Mike was thinking about how cute Janey was as she walked out the door. The young man in him imagined how he might go about hitting on her if he was single. The married man in him told Mike to cool it.

While Janey was out of the room, Mike surveyed his wounds. The place where he'd hit his arm on the dashboard hadn't bruised up the way he'd expected. He could just maybe make out the shape of the radio's frame... or maybe he was just imagining it. His shoulder too... he rolled it around and found that it was not nearly as sore as it should have been. That time he'd dislocated it when he was skiing had been far worse!

'Ah well,' he thought, thinking that it was always less painful the second time you got an injury like that.

A few minutes later and the cute nurse was back. She even smelled nice as she hovered over Mike, wrapping the blood pressure monitor around his arm.

If he hadn't been paying close enough attention, Mike might have missed it. But given that it's not every day he had a pretty woman standing so close and obviously fond of him, Mike was paying attention. The way she was bending over gave him an unhindered view into her shirt. She'd worn a low cut top as well under her nurse's uniform, and there was something so familiar about the view he got of Janey's bra and ample tits. Even the shade of purple of her bra reminded him of something he'd seen in his dream the night before. Janey was smiling at Mike innocently enough, though he suspected she knew what he'd seen. Needless to say, he went home a little more fired up than usual.

Fast forward a whole day of his family doting on him, of Mia constantly at his side and cuddling with him on the couch while insisting he not move a muscle. By the next morning, Mike was feeling better than ever. His shoulder felt fine, and his bruises were all but gone. He'd slept great too, except for his dreams which had been markedly more active than usual.

Of course, he never shared it with anyone, but it wasn't uncommon for Mike to have inappropriate dreams of his daughter. Most times, he just shrugged them off, and from the moment he woke up, did his best to think no more of it. She was cute, very cute, with pretty brown hair and the curves that he'd watched form in the last few years. What's a guy to do when he's got that prancing around his house all the time? Nothing out of line ever happened because of a dream.

This morning, he felt particularly guilty. There was no denying that he'd had an incredibly... inappropriate... dream about Mia. The hard-on he awoke with was sign enough that his guilt was well placed. Unfortunately, one of those vivid dreams had stuck with him even after he woke, and this one featured Mike engaging in activity with his eighteen-year-old that he hadn't had to chastise himself for in good long while.

What had it been about...? It was a play on something she always did... Oh that's right; she tended to wear these outfits around the house... A short skirt, some kind of cropped top or a sports bra... Whatever it was it always seemed to drive him crazy. She also had a habit of wearing his t-shirts... as she was in this vision.

As he sat up in bed, he recalled how in the dream he'd had his little girl bent over the granite countertop. He'd slid his hands up her tight little body and felt her breasts cupped in his palms. Mia was calling out his name, "Daddy...daddy...".

Mike shook his head, expelling the vision with a twinge of shame. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a dream so severe. He'd only glanced at her in that sundress the day before, so what had made his mind stray so far overnight? It wasn't lost on Mike that his dreams had been a bit strange since the accident. He wrote it off to his brain still recovering from the whiplash and smack against his airbag. Shaking himself fully awake, Mike headed downstairs.

Jessie was already off to work, but his daughter would be milling around downstairs by now. She was usually an early riser - unlike his son. Shrugging off his earlier feelings of guilt, Mike threw on a shirt and made his way downstairs.

Sure enough, Mia was in the kitchen. She was wearing one of his shirts - the smaller triathlon one he liked quite a bit actually, though it was still far too big for Mia. 'Odd,' Mike thought, remembering how he'd had a dream only a few hours ago with Mia in a very similar getup at the very same countertop where she now stood.

"Hey you... Wearing my clothes again, huh?"

Mia turned around from her place at the counter, beaming with a smile upon seeing her dad.

"I'll give it back daddy, I promise." Mia answered, running over to him and almost jumping into his arms until she remembered he could still be hurting from the accident. She stood on her toes instead and kissed him. "Good morning dad!"

She did look absolutely adorable in that shirt though. A momentary flash of his dream the night before popped into Mike's head. It was hard to control such thoughts with such a looker for an\ daughter. The shirt did very little to conceal her young frame. At 5'-3", and barely over 110 pounds, God was she in great shape. She had this little butt that Mike worried endlessly over; she refused to wear anything that didn't hug her perky cheeks. He couldn't stand seeing her out in public in a bathing suit... Mia was his baby and there was no question that eyes were on her at all times.

Not to mention her breasts, which were perfectly round and bigger than her mother's. If he had to guess, she was probably a 32C, but from the look of them they'd be more than a handful.

So, seeing his little brunette in a shirt (and that seemed to be ALL she was wearing) it was difficult not to think about the dream he'd awoken to. Still, he did his best to put it to the back of his mind, which got easier when her breasts weren't smushed up against him as she kissed him.

"Can I get you some coffee daddy?" Mia asked.

"Definitely," Mike answered, watching her scamper over toward the coffee pot.

Mike attempted to read the first few lines of the paper on the table as his daughter poured him a cup of coffee, but then his eyes caught glimpse of something that demanded his gaze.

He had noticed his baby wasn't wearing a bra - she did that sometimes - but as she bent over to get the sugar from the drawer beneath the coffee pot, he saw it. The shirt was short enough to begin with: her long, toned legs had been more than an eyeful for him that morning and he'd seen the very bottom curve of her butt when she turned away from him - probably more than any father is meant to see of his own offspring.

But then she bent at the waist and reached into the drawer.

She had to know he would see?! What was she thinking??

Mike's eyes widened as he saw his baby's little pussy from behind.

It was puffy and bare, just a thin little slit peeking between her legs. It was so tiny, even more perfect than he'd imagined in his dream. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Then Mia cleared her throat. How long had he been looking? Had she seen him? He quickly looked down at the paper, hoping he hadn't been caught staring. That would be awkward indeed.

"I know you like one teaspoon of sugar dad, but do you want anything else?" She asked sweetly, standing up torturously slowly from her leant over position. Mike was looking out of the corner of his eye; he simply couldn't take his eyes off his teenager's bare little lips.

"Just sugar, thanks hun." He said, probably inadvertently reacting slowly enough to let on what he'd seen.

"Are you sure, daddy?" Mia asked, with a peculiar tone to her voice.

This time, Mike looked over at his daughter, expecting that she'd be standing up and hopefully not revealing anything intimate the way she had before. But it was not to be.

When Mia was sure she had her father's attention, she slowly arched her back. Her eyes locked on Mike's, and he watched, as if in slow motion, as his daughter moved her hands to the hem of the shirt.

She slowly pulled the bottom upward and bent over a little like she had been before. Neither of them spoke a word as Mia pulled the shirt above her butt and held it there at her lower back, showing her dad what she'd 'accidentally' shown him before.

This couldn't be happening. What the hell was going on?

What had gotten into his daughter?

She let him take a good long look, holding the shirt up for him and sticking her butt out so she was sure he'd see clearly, and more purposefully, her naughty little pussy.

"It's okay daddy, you can look."

And he did. For a moment, Mike forgot where he was. He forgot who he was. All he saw was his bottomless little girl in front of him, teasing him with a view of the lower half of the beauty he'd actually brought into existence.

'God dammit!' he thought, 'stop it, this isn't even real! I must still be dreaming.'

But Mia spoke again, bringing him back to a reality that was simply impossible to accept.

"I told you I'd take care of you daddy, didn't I?"

Mike snapped out of it. "Mia what are you doing? Are you crazy... your mother could... your brother is right upstairs."

Mia smiled, obviously pleased. Not only had her daddy been obviously stunned - in a good way - by what he'd seen, but he also hadn't told her to stop... He'd really only been worried that they might get caught! Mike realized his mistake as he saw the look of pride on his daughter's face.

"Mom's already at work, Dad, and you know Billy doesn't get up 'til like a minute before he needs to leave."

Mike still couldn't believe what was happening. But he also couldn't help staring at his baby's sweet little slit.

"Mia, I'm your father. What the hell are you doing?"

"I know you are, but that didn't stop you from staring at my pussy for like a minute before." Mia stuck her butt out even more, this time even wiggling it back and forth in a way that made her father's member throb.

He realized, then, how incredibly hard he'd gotten, and hoped desperately his daughter wouldn't see.

"Mia, stop that right now! You are acting..." But he couldn't finish. Words just couldn't seem to describe what was happening.

"Acting... what daddy? Acting naughty...slutty? Maybe, but I saw you looking. I think you like it!"

"I'm not kidding," Mike continued, "you knock it off right now! Cover yourself up this instant."

The smile on his daughter's face faded just a little. This obviously wasn't going exactly the way she wanted. What HAD she wanted? Since when did Mia act like this around her father? They'd never been overtly sexual together in the past. Maybe a little touchy-feely here and there, but Mike had never dreamed of something like this happening.


Dreaming of Mia Ch. 01



But wait, he HAD dreamed it.

Looking at his daughter now, Mike realized... she was standing in exactly the position he'd imagined her. By God she might have been wearing the very same shirt.

Like the day before, when his nurse, Janey, had worn that purple bra and left just enough buttons open for him to see down her shirt, also just the way he imagined it...

And his shoulder... the pain had had miraculously disappeared, despite what the doctor had told him about expecting to need the painkillers he'd prescribed.

Then, while checking his e-mail that morning, Mike had read a message from his business partner that the real-estate deal he'd been working so hard on was moving forward, just like he'd dreamed it would.

But right now, he was dealing with something far more incredible. He'd had a dream only hours before, where he had succumbed to his little girl's irresistibility in the very spot she now stood. He couldn't remember it all, but there was something she'd said... something so unbelievable that when he'd conjured it up, his slumbering mind had lit up with excitement. He'd told her to "cover herself up right now..." the very words he just spoke. And she'd said...what was it...?

Mia spoke, cutting through the silence of his disbelief,

"I'll cover myself up... after."

Mike winced. He could see from the look in his daughter's eyes exactly what she meant. He sensed his heart racing so fast he could feel it in his temples. His cock was threatening to burst from his shorts.

Could it really be? He might have called the disappearing pain, or the successful deal, sheer coincidence. He'd imagined it going well because it HAD been going well to begin with. Even his nurse looked the part before he'd ever imagined her wearing that bra and giving him quite a peek into her shirt. But this... there was no coincidence about this.

The dream had been so vivid, and his daughter so gorgeous that he had woken picturing the look on her face when he first touched his bare cock to her pussy.

His legs moved of their own accord. He pushed out his stool and stood up. Slowly, Mike approached his teenage daughter, never once breaking eye contact with her. She too was breathing heavily, obviously nervous about this absurd encounter the two of them were in the midst of.

He didn't know it, but Mia had woken that morning feeling absolutely compelled to act out this crazy dream she'd had the night before. Every once in a while, she had a naughty thought or dream about her dad, but never something of such intensity. She was so excited as she sat up in her bed that she had to pinch herself to be sure she was really awake, and as she walked to her closet to find something to wear, her hand reached for his t-shirt without even thinking about it. Her little lips got wetter and wetter as she waited that morning for her dad to come downstairs, and never once did she falter in her resolution to do everything she could to seduce him. It was ridiculous, and she knew it, but there was this part of her that somehow...knew... that if she just tried it, she would get what she wanted.

Mia's heart picked up pace with each step he took towards her. As he came out from behind the island, she saw that his shorts were tented almost comically. There was nothing comical, however, about how big he must have been to be making his shorts stick out as much as they were.

She didn't say a word, not wanting to hurt any chance that things would go her way. She simply swayed her backside at him slowly, hoping that the wide-eyed daze on his face was good and not bad.

Mia held her breath as her father got close enough to touch her. He walked right up behind her and stood, quietly for a few seconds that felt like hours.

Then he reached out.

Mike placed his hands delicately on his daughter's naked backside. God, what was he doing? This couldn't be happening. It must been a dream; it simply had to be. But as his fingers came into contact with his daughter's soft skin, he knew it wasn't

Mia finally took a breath, one of relief, to feel that instead of quickly covering up her bottom as she worried he might, her father instead slid each of her cheeks fully into his hands.

He shouldn't. This was absurd. The little temptress in front of him was his own fucking daughter. But damn did she feel good. He hadn't had even the slightest sexual encounter in far too long, and this gorgeous teen in front of him was practically begging for it.

"Mnnnhhhhh..." she breathed, trying to slide her butt further into his hands.

Mike knew that he should pull the shirt over his daughter's exposed ass, spin her around, and lay into her about how absolutely inappropriate she was being, and how she was never to act like this in front of him again.

That's what he should have done. That would have been the fatherly thing to do.

But this was his doing, his dream, or so he was starting to believe. How could she be blamed for his forbidden dreams of wanting her, a reflection of the love and lust he felt for her deep down but had never admitted to himself until now.

"Is this what you wanted little one?" Mike asked, gripping her a little more firmly, so his fingers pressed into her plump behind.

Mia cooed again as he touched her, "Uhhh huh... this, and maybe a little more."

Once again, Mike could only marvel. His baby kept looking over her shoulder at him while reaching a hand back behind her. Fumbling a bit, she slowly brought her hand to the bulge in her father's shorts. She touched it, only lightly, petting it with her hand and watching the way his head rolled back as she did so.

Mike had been squeezing his daughter more tightly, massaging the soft spot just above her buttocks and feeling Mia's body respond to him.

"A little more huh?" He asked, slowly sliding his hands up her waist, feeling its slender curve, then approaching her ribcage and feeling the little ridges of each one on her fit torso. Once again Mia held her breath as her father's hands searched.

They came to the gentle curve beneath her breasts, and without skipping a beat moved agonizingly slowly until each of her globes was planted securely in his palms. Mia's fingers wrapped around her father's cock as he held her.

Yep, they were just a bit more than a handful.

"Like this?" Mike asked her, feeling her hand rubbing his cock more intently.

"Ohhhgod," she whispered as her dad gently squeezed her hardened nipples between his outstretched fingers. "Kind of, daddy, but you're only touching."

"ONLY touching?" Mike questioned her.

"What else were you expecting?"

Mia didn't respond immediately. She breathed deeply, rolling her head back as her father's hands played with her breasts.

Why was he playing along? This was wrong, so wrong. Any minute now, Mike felt certain he would be struck down by a bolt of lightning from above for putting his hands on his teenage daughter. He felt certain he'd mustered up the courage to stop when his baby spoke again.

"I was EXPECTING you to teach me what it would feel like..." her voice was quivering, Mike waited for her to finish, "...to have my daddy's big penis inside me."

Impossible.

At that point, Mike was once again convinced that he was imagining the whole thing. Never in a million years would his teenage daughter say something like that to him. Never in a million years would a girl so young and so beautiful be pleading her father to have sex with her in the family's kitchen.

And yet, try as he might to snap out of this unbelievable daydream, Mia's hand brought him back to earth as she attempted to hook his waistband and pull it down over his erection.

"Is that so, sweetheart?" Mike asked her tenderly.

Mia looked back at him and nodded her head with raised eyebrows and a hopeful grin.

Fuck it.

Mike reached down and helped his little girl pull down his shorts. His cock sprang into view a second later. He heard his daughter gasp as she saw it for the first time. She mouthed 'ohmygod.'

"God daddy, it's really big. Are they always so big?" She was beginning to worry what she'd signed herself up for.

"Not always," Mike replied, with a bit of pride in his voice.

Mia was still staring at his cock, and reached out to take it in her hand now that it was free. Her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around, and she loved the way her daddy's head rolled back as she grabbed on to him.

"Will it really fit in my pussy daddy... like, all the way in?"

"I think so Mia, if that's what you want. Is that what you want?"

Mike let out a groan as his eighteen-year-old moved her hand up and down on his cock. Her tiny fingers certainly made him look a lot bigger as she held him.

"I do, really bad, but will you promise to be careful dad? I've never..." she suddenly looked embarrassed, and Mike realized what she was getting at.

"Are you a virgin little one?"

Mia nodded her head, looking adorable and shy.

"That makes your dad very happy baby."

Mia beamed at those words, and her hand stroked her father's cock appreciatively as she felt the relief of being accepted by someone for the first time for being a virgin.

"Will you make me very happy then daddy?"

"Of course sweetheart, what can I do?"

Mia bit her lip as she stared back at him. That look, and what she said next would stick with her father for the rest of his life.

"Fuck me daddy," she begged him, "I want you to be my first."

He remembered those words from his dream as well. What had happened next...?

The answer, of course, was that Mike took his cock in one hand and pointed it right where it belonged. He moved closer to his teenage daughter until the tip of his penis was gently touching those thin, tiny lips that he'd only glimpsed between her legs minutes ago.

"OhGod Dad, I can't believe this is finally happening." she said gleefully.

"Are you sure honey? I'm about to take your virginity, and you can't get it back once I do."

"I'm sure daddy, go ahead...mnhhhhh" she mewed as Mike prodded her taut entrance with the head of his cock, "put your big cock in me daddy. I want it."

Mike was doomed. He'd been powerless to stop this from the second he'd walked into the kitchen that morning.

A little push. Her lips resisted him, only parting a fraction of an inch for her father's invading tip. Still, she moaned in anticipation.

He pushed once more, harder this time.

Mike watched as his daughter's entrance fought to stay closed to him, but his head was just able to part her tiny lips.

Mia moaned aloud. God was that sound incredible.

He pushed again, and try as it might to resist, Mike's cockhead finally was able wrap her bare lips around him.

Mia was breathing hard.

"Are you okay honey?" Mike asked, concerned for his little girl.

"I'm okay daddy, you can keep going."

"This might hurt a little honey," Mike warned, knowing that he'd be breaking through his baby's hymen if he went any further.

"I know, it's okay dad, I want you," she said, sounding nervous. Mia braced herself on the countertop, and Mike wrapped an arm around her to hold her from behind. He kissed her neck, and the spot behind her ear which made Mia moan aloud.

Feeling her body relax for him, Mike urged his hips forward and held her while he slid into his gorgeous daughter for the first of hopefully many times.

"Ouuuuhhhhhhhhh," she howled, grabbing her father's arm and digging her nails into it as she felt the pain of losing her virginity to her father.

Mike looked down to see a most incredible sight. His bare cock was finally planted securely inside his teenage daughter from behind. He saw her body heaving as she breathed shallow little gasps. She was holding onto his arm and panting as she felt her first cock, her daddy's, inside her pussy, having just breached her hymen in the most incredible and yet forbidden act of incest.

"Fuuuuck Daad... ouwww..." Mia winced. She had never felt anything quite like the sensation of her dad's penis spreading her virgin pussy apart and her little tunnel trying desperately to accommodate his size.

"Are you okay little one? The hardest part is over." Mike assured her.

Mia could only nod her head 'yes' and squint her eyes while her body adjusted.

"Try to relax sweetheart, your pussy is very tight and it might take a little time to let me all the way in."

"You're not all the way in yet???" Mia asked, wide eyed.

Mike looked down, he'd hardly sunk a third of his cock into his baby yet, and he badly wanted to bury the rest.

"No honey, almost halfway,"

Mia groaned, and breathed hard. Mike could feel his daughter's taut pussy relax a bit as she spoke.

"So... mnhhh... I'm not a virgin anymore?" Mia asked her dad.

"No Mia, not anymore."

"Good!" she quickly replied with as big a smile as she could muster.

Mia leaned back and reached for her dad to kiss him. Mike happily obliged, in the process feeling a bit more of his length slide into his daughter's pussy and being rewarded with a moan against his lips.

"I think I'm ready for you to keep going daddy." She said, whispering it only inches from his lips.

"Okay sweetie, I'll go slow."

Mike reached down and gripped her teenage hips in his hands to control his next move. With Mia's permission, he pulled back on her and urged his hips forward simultaneously. He'd never felt a pussy so snug and yet so wet as his daughter's was. Her mother didn't feel anywhere near as good and never had. Mia was always surprising him.

"Ohhhhhfuck," Mia moaned as she felt another inch of her daddy's cock fill her.

Despite how wet she was, Mike found incredible resistance to impaling his daughter fully all in one go. He had gotten perhaps half of his cock into her before he slowly pulled out and listened to her whimper.

Almost fully withdrawn, Mia turned once more to look at her dad, knowing he was about to slide his cock into her once more.

Eyes locked together, full of love, lust and excitement, Mike urged into his eighteen-year-old once more and watched her hopeless attempt to keep from making any noise.

"Daaaaddyyyy..." she cried, jerking her hand back to grasp his at her hips.

This time, his cock got almost all the way in. Only a few more inches and he'd have completed the thrust. But again, Mia's young, tiny pussy refused him. She was always a stubborn little thing.

Mike pulled back again until his tip revealed from within his baby girl with an audible puff. A little drip of her wetness lingered at his tip and then fell to the floor beneath them. Mike watched his daughter brace herself on the countertop and then he thrust forward again.

This time, he was determined to fill her completely. Tight as her pussy was, both of them knew it would finally allow her dad to bury his cock to the base. Mia moaned a soft, quivering note until she felt her dad's hips against her. Deep inside, his tip bumped against a soft spot just as his hips came into contact with Mia's buttocks. Mia's eyes widened, 'God, could he be deep enough to touch her cervix?'

"God baby your pussy feels so good," Mike growled, "are you doing alright?"

"Uh huh," Mia responded, smiling for him. Mike could see a little glisten of sweat on his daughter's cheeks. She'd really been trying hard to relax for him as he instructed.

"It feels better now daddy, are you really all the way inside me??" she asked in disbelief.

"I am sweetie, all the way. And I promise you I've never been with a woman who felt as wonderful as you do."

Mia smiled so big that his heart leapt. "Mnnnhhh..." she cooed as Mike flexed his cock slightly, "I just can't believe your whole penis is inside me daddy, it's so big."

"God you're naughty Mia, when did you learn to talk like that sweetheart?"

"I've always had naughty thoughts about you daddy...ooooumphh..." Mia cooed as her father withdrew an inch and then pushed back inside her, "but I had a dream last night...ohhhfuck... and when I woke up I wanted you so bad I couldn't stand it."

Mia didn't see it because she had to focus on holding the countertop while her daddy started to fuck her, but Mike's eyes grew wide with surprise as his daughter spoke of her dream.

Somehow, she'd had a dream too! What was going on? What had happened in that accident?

He tried to work things out in his head, but there was no overcoming the sensation of fucking his little girl. His attentions were fixed on her, fixed on the way it felt when he urged his cock to the hilt in her tiny pussy... fixed on the way she was whimpering with each thrust.

His own daughter... bent over the countertop. He couldn't believe it, but seeing inch after inch appear and then disappear into her virgin pussy made it oh so real.

"Daddy... daddy," she called to him.

It was just like the dream. Those very words, said exactly the same way. In the dream he had heard those words and they inspired him to fuck her more determinedly.

So Mike held her hips tight enough to see his thumbs pressing into the little dimples of her back. He made sure to keep the t-shirt high enough on her waist that it didn't prevent for a second watching his cock disappear into her. Just as he had in his vision, he pulled out almost to the tip and then sunk his entire length into his daughter in one steady stroke.

"fuuUUCKK Daddy!" Mia moaned. Mike worried that someone might hear, but he didn't dare try to silence the exhilarating sounds coming from his beautiful teen's mouth. He trusted his dream, that nobody had interrupted this incestuous tryst between him and his daughter.

Mia was panting more heavily. Being so stuffed full by her father's cock was an entirely new sensation to her. She'd brought herself to orgasm with her fingers on her clit before, but there was something so incredible and different about the way her daddy's penis was touching her from the inside. A sort of pressure started to cloud Mia's thoughts, even her vision.

"Oh daddy... fuck... your cock is too big... I feel... uhhhhhhhh..."

She sounded so adorable, describing how it felt to have her daddy, or any man, inside her for the first time. Mike suspected his daughter was about to feel what an orgasm from penetration felt like for the first time as well.

Like her mother, Mike could feel his daughter's knees start to weaken while he urged into her again and again. He'd picked up the pace, eliciting a light clapping sound as he thudded against his baby with each thrust. With one hand on her hip, and another across her chest with one of her soft breasts bouncing in his hand under his t-shirt, Mike fucked his daughter in earnest.

"Wait daddy...ohgoddd...fuck...I can't... ouuuuhhhh... I can't breathe..."

Each time her daddy filled her, Mia felt the unknown daze overwhelming her. It extended from an intense spot of energy deep inside her, all the way to her fingers, curling upon the cold countertop. She was asking him to stop, but her body didn't want him to.

Mike listened to her body instead, sliding into his teenager as she slid off the edge into her climax.

"Fuuuuuckkk daaaaAAAddyyyeeee..." she howled.

Mike felt her whole body tense, and after that he found that he needed to hold up almost her entire weight. Still he did his best to keep working his cock a few inches in and out of her as she came.

What wetness there was between them multiplied as Mia cried out for her dad and her pussy spasmed with him inside her. Mike would remember forever the way her body shook adorably as his cock thrust an orgasm upon her.

It had happened so fast. It had all happened so fast. Mia had been worried, that maybe she was making a mistake, or that things would go awry if she tried to convince her daddy to fuck her. But as her body quaked and the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt washed over her body like a wave, Mia's worries disappeared entirely. She merely basked in the feeling of having her daddy inside her, and the climax that their incest had brought her.




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 01



An unknown period of time passed while Mia came down from her peak. Eventually, her body did allow her to take a full breath, and she could finally take in the reality of being impaled on her father's cock at the kitchen counter

Mia smiled wide and looked back at her dad, "Wowww..." she said at last.

Mike smiled too, squeezing his daughter tight and feeling her lean back into him.

"Daddy... that was... mnhhh..." she cooed when he kissed her neck, "that was incredible..."

Mike kept kissing his daughter's neck with appreciation. Still lodged securely inside her, there was no amount of kisses he could give that would communicate the intense emotions he felt for her just then.

Mia, with some effort and whimpering, stood up on her toes and pushed her dad away from her with a hand on his hip behind her. She could feel every inch of him sliding slowly from within her; his length seemed endless. When his tip finally emerged with an adorable puff of air, Mia felt empty, and desperate to have him back inside her again.

She turned right there in front of him, facing her dad for the first time since they'd become much more than simply father and daughter. The way he looked at her made Mia swoon in his affection, it was just like he always had, but with something extra. He was hungry for her, gazing down at her with love and lust that was clear in his eyes.

"I love you so much daddy," she said, with a coy and hopeful look, looking nervous now that she and her dad were face to face, "I hope you aren't mad at me for being slutty."

Mike took his daughter's downturned face in his hands, "Mia, I love you honey. I enjoyed fucking you just as much as you did!"

She grinned happily in his hands before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"But you didn't cum yet daddy," she observed, "I don't think you can enjoy it JUST as much as me until you do!"

Mike looked down to where his daughter had now taken hold of his member and was gently stroking him, eased by the wetness she'd left there.

It occurred to him, for the first time, that he'd already irresponsibly fucked his little girl with his bare cock and not a bit of protection.

"That's sweet of you honey, but we can't do anymore until I get a condom."

'Shit,' he thought, realizing that he likely didn't have any in the house, "I don't think I have any either; you know about safe sex right Mia?"

"I know we already had unprotected sex if that's what you're asking?" There was that attitude he loved from her... sometimes.

"Yes, we did," Mike growled as his daughter stroked him more intently while he was trying to be responsible, "but that was not smart of me sweetheart, we'll have to stop for now." It was almost laughable that somehow Mike thought stopping now would be wise in light of all that they'd already done. Mike knew it, and so did his daughter. She wasn't giving up that easy.

"But daaaaddy!" she whined, sounding both adorable and incredibly sexy all at once.

"I know we're not supposed to, but I really want you to." She looked up at him the puppy-dog eyes that had never failed to melt him her whole life.

She was still stroking him, a most surreal reality as Mike tried to follow his fatherly instinct. "I know you do sweetie, but it's too risky. You could get pregnant if even one little swimmer gets inside of you."

"Dad," she said more seriously now, "you already had your big cock inside me without a condom, and my sex-ed teacher told us that you can get pregnant even if the man doesn't cum inside you."

Mike just listened in disbelief.

"Will this convince you?" Mia asked making sure he was paying attention.

In one swift motion, Mia reached down and pulled her father's t-shirt off.

'Good God,' Mike thought, almost saying it aloud. As if things couldn't get any more dream-like, seeing Mia's fully naked body right there in front of him set Mike's reservations to flame. He tried desperately to put them out, but instead found himself overcome by the sight of her and the feeling of her fingers once again wrapping around his incredibly hard cock.

"Mom wouldn't let me be on birth control daddy, but we can get the pill afterwards... if you want."

Those words, he'd heard them before. 'Wait... what did she just say?'

But he didn't have time to question her. Mia tugged at his penis with one hand and walked over to the table nearby. She pushed the runner and flower arrangement out of the way and then sat on the edge with her father's cock still in her grasp. Mike followed along in an obedient daze.

He was remembering scenes from his dream again. Had it happened this way? Each word she spoke, he felt he'd heard before.

"I know it's risky daddy, but you always told me you HAVE to take risks." Mia suggested, twisting his words to something he never intended and yet he couldn't help but agree with her.

"That's not what I meant Mia and you know it."

"Maybe, but I also know that I dreamed about you shooting all your sticky cum in my pussy daddy. I dreamed it was the most incredible feeling, and I think you want to too.

She was stroking him with purpose, pulling him closer to her and once again aligning his cockhead with the entrance to her recently virgin pussy.

He did want to. Mike had dreamed it too. It came back to him in flashes, but she was right. It was the most incredible feeling. His brain had fought hard not to acknowledge it when he awoke, due to the absurdity, the absolute forbiddenness and impossibility of ever having the chance. But here was his teenage daughter in front of him, and he WANTED to fuck her again, he needed to.

"Don't you want to cum inside me daddy?" Mia asked, goading him one final time. "Put it in, daddy, I want to watch your cock going inside me this time."

She didn't expect him to give in so fast. She thought she'd have to get him to agree to pull out and then somehow convince his 'other' brain it would be a good idea not to. But suddenly, Mia saw a change in her father's eyes. Something had been let loose inside him and they both knew it.

Mike growled aloud as he lined up his tip at Mia's entrance and pushed right inside her. Mia cried out, "fuuUUUCK daddy, wait...uhhhh... go slow."

Like before, her pussy put up a good fight and tried its damndest to keep his wide cock from piercing it. But another quick withdrawal and push and Mike was able to bury half his cock. Again... three quarters.

When he finally got to his tip once more and thrust forth, they both moaned aloud until he bottomed out against the pretty brunette's cervix.

"Daddy...ohmyGod...it feels bigger...uhhhh...why does it feel bigger??"

Mike didn't answer, he simply withdrew about halfway and then pushed into her again. The sight of her naked little body on the table, perfect breasts and that innocent, beautiful face... the way his cock seemed to fit so naturally inside her... the sounds she made... it was all enough to drive him mad with lust.

"You like driving your dad crazy Mia?" he asked her, thrusting again, "is this what you wanted?"

Mia was gazing down at where her daddy was impaling her with each thrust. It seemed impossible that he was able to fit something she could barely wrap her hands around inside her pussy like that, and each time he did she quivered with wonder. Mia only nodded her head in response to her father. She wanted him more than anything.

They could both hear the slick sound of dad's cock sliding in and out of his daughter's little tunnel; Mia was practically dripping with wetness. The house was otherwise quiet, filled rhythmically with a pant or cry from Mia as her dad shoved into her again.

"Fuck me daddy," Mia begged, "ohhhgodDad... it feels amazing... your cock is so big... does my pussy feel good?"

Words no father would ever expect to hear, but Mike once again considered himself the luckiest father in the world.

"Yes little one...unghhhhh... daddy loves fucking you so much..."

"What about...mnhhh... cumming inside me daddy? Will you shoot all your sticky sperm inside me so I can feel it?"

He should tell her no. Absolutely not; he could not risk cumming inside his unprotected daughter. She TOLD him she wasn't on birth control. He simply couldn't.

But that look, that little body with her breasts bouncing youthfully each time his hips connected with hers. The way she was pleading with him to fill her up with the very stuff that had brought her into the world.

And he was close. He'd been close since the minute he first pushed his tip into Mia's teenage pussy. They could go to the drugstore after and get Mia taken care of, 'if he wanted,' she'd said.

The sheer risk, the utter illegality of fucking his beautiful daughter until he shot spunk right into her fertile pussy... he wanted to do it more than anything. He would.

"You want me to cum in you baby?"

"Yes daddy, please."

God it was so wrong, but somehow the thought of his seed swimming inside his own daughter's pussy, searching determinedly for her egg, to put her daddy's baby inside her. That very part of his dream resurfaced as he felt his orgasm approach. He didn't want to merely dream it; he wanted to feel it for himself.

"Please daddy...please...ohhhh..." Mia cried

He gripped her just above the hipbones, securing her tiny lower half as he plunged his cock into her again and again. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but it was difficult to do any more than just let her daddy fuck her and moan when she felt him as deep as he could go.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum again..." she managed, "Ohfuckk... your big cock is gonna...mnuhhhh...make me come again."

The table shook. The vase for the flower arrangement upon it wobbled as Mike rocked his little girl's body upon it with reckless abandon.

"Cum with me daddy...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." she panted, "cum in my pussy...so naughty... Godddd... I could get pregnant so easily right now..."

That was it, they were both done for.

"Oh Mia... my bad little girl... daddy's gonna cum inside you...fuckkk...I'm cumming...

It had built and built. Each thrust, each inch that slid inside his daughter and back out again brought him closer to orgasm with each passing second. Mia had felt that same incredible sensation as her dad prodded a hidden spot deep inside her pussy relentlessly. She didn't want to cum until she felt it.

Mia got one more good look at her father's penis disappearing inside her, and one more good look at his face. He gripped her hips so tight that it hurt, and threw his head back so she knew it was finally happening.

He slammed all the way into her, and Mia felt it.

A gush of heat rushed into her pussy. Mike planted deeply inside her and shot his first jet of sperm as deep into his daughter's womb as was possible. Mia howled, feeling its warmth filling her, and like a trigger, she was fired into a climax of her own. Then another pulse of spunk followed, soundly against her cervix, this one seemingly bigger than the last and sending her further into an orgasm that nearly rendered the tiny brunette unconscious.

The realization that Mike was shooting his sperm deep into his sweet, teenage daughter, no condom and no reservations made his orgasm all the more powerful. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt.

Likewise, the sensation of a startling amount of semen flooding her unprotected womb had Mia shuddering and panting through an orgasm even more jarring than her first.

If someone had walked into the kitchen just then, they would have seen a most unthinkable sight. Both father and daughter could scarcely believe it themselves. But they were powerless to do any more than stay on course, dad's cock emitting a few more forbidden jets of seed into Mia's pussy and the young brunette trying to merely breathe as her orgasm wracked her body.

Laid out and entirely his, Mia was the most beautiful thing Mike could ever imagine. He HAD imagined her, in this very position, but seeing her in front of him was far more rewarding. Her back had been arched, her breasts heaving proudly and her miniature pussy still enveloped him in incestuous purity.

Both Mia and her father could the feel the warm of his semen searching to fill every possible place within Mia's womb, so much so that it was seeping out around Mike's buried member.

Mia finally spoke, once her muscles had relaxed and she could sit up to look at her father again.

"God daddy, I didn't think I could cum even harder than the first time."

"I know baby, you looked so pretty just now. It made me cum even harder too."

"You did cum a lot daddy! I felt it all shooting into me, it feels so good still." Mia said sweetly.

"It felt good to me too sweetheart, even though it was the most reckless thing I've ever done."

"You mean daddies aren't supposed to shoot their sperm inside their daughter's?" She asked with a big, mischievous grin on her face, "with no condom... when they're right in the middle of their cycle?"

Mike glared at his bad little teenager. Mia knew damn well that they shouldn't have done that, but she clearly liked teasing him, and speaking the forbidden act aloud.

"No, Mia, they aren't." Mike retorted.

"Well then it shouldn't feel so good daddy, because it felt like that was exactly what we were supposed to do when you were cumming inside me."

Just then, a door opened and closed upstairs. They both heard it, and looked around frantically. It must have been Mia's brother, Billy, finally waking up.

Mike did the only thing he could think to do. He scooped his daughter off the table, knowing he'd left the t-shirt she'd cast off behind, hooked the shorts around his ankles on one foot, and carried his daughter into his study nearby. Mia whimpered, feeling her little hips urged just a bit farther onto her father as he held her, still lodged inside. Mike closed and locked the door behind them.

It was just in time. Seconds later, he heard the fridge open in the kitchen and his son call:

"Guys??? Anybody home."

Mike looked at his daughter, seeing a look of alarm change to a relieved smile. She giggled, quietly, as she realized how narrowly they'd escaped.

"That is not funny Mia." Mike whispered to his rambunctious teen.

"It's a little funny," Mia replied playfully.

Mike was not pleased, but he wasn't about to be upset with Mia, she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. He had yet to even withdraw his only partly softened member from her; his love for Mia was far from abated by a close call.

Knowing they couldn't stay in his office forever, Mike finally began to slide his cock out of Mia's charged pussy. They both watched, mesmerized, as it withdrew, inch by inch. Mia whimpered, complaining at the feeling of emptiness it left in its wake.

Just as his tip finally appeared from between the tiny pink lips of Mia's slit, they both drew in a breath. Following his head, a big pearl of white semen formed at her entrance. It was thick and potent looking. Mia gasped as it seeped out of her.

"God, there's so much. Do you always cum so much daddy?" Mia asked innocently.

"No, I guess not."

"Just for me then dad?" She crooned.

"I guess so little one; it sure looks like a lot huh?"

"Uh huh! Don't let it drip out daddy; if you're going to take a risk, you always give it one hundred percent or more, right?"

Mike rolled his eyes at his own words repeated to him in a completely inappropriate context. Still, he scooped the trickle of spunk from where it had run between his daughter's lips and pushed it back inside her along with the head of his cock.

"Ouuuuwwwfuckk... careful... I'm already sore from you taking my virginity daddy."

Mike savored the feeling of his tip inside Mia for a few more seconds before withdrawing it again. Though he wasn't about to make assumptions, something told him that it wouldn't be the last time he was inside his beautiful daughter.

His dream hadn't taken him this far. What was he supposed to do now? Mia was naked, her little opening all messy and covered in his spunk, and they were stuck in his study with his son likely still milling around in the kitchen. Still, this strange feeling lingered that nothing bad would happen as a result of their little bout of incest.

"You've got to get ready for school Mia, and your brother is right outside."

"We wouldn't want him to see that daddy fucked his big sister and came inside her without protection right?" Mia finished, she loved saying it over and over, "That would be setting a bad example."

Again, Mike rolled his eyes, but he secretly loved hearing the naughty words from his baby's mouth.

"I'll distract him, and you run through the living room to go get cleaned up for school." Mike schemed.

"Okay daddy," she said, "but wait!"

She pulled the two of them together and stood up to kiss him once more. They hadn't the chance for foreplay before, so kissing her there on the desk felt new and wonderful. For a moment, they were like teenagers, well BOTH like teenagers, and their tongues intertwined and hands grabbed for each other.

Mike backed off to take a breath, seeing a satisfied smile on his daughter's face.

"Okay sweetie, you ready?"

"Ready." she affirmed.

Walking over to the door after getting his clothes in order, Mike unlocked it quietly and looked out. Billy was facing away from them, thank God, and watching TV on the tiny set near the coffee pot... the very spot where he'd just taken his teenage daughter's virginity.

"Go ahead sweetheart," he whispered, placing a hand on Mia's butt and ushering her out into the living room. As she trotted across the room, he spied a stream of his own cum dribbling from Mia's pussy, God was his life going to change from then on.

"Hey buddy," Mike greeted his son, entering the kitchen from the side opposite his retreating daughter. "Up earlier than usual this morning?"

And as he should have expected, Mia paused just before she could climb the stairs to her room, looking back at her dad and wiggling her butt at him the way she that started the unbelievable morning off. He gave her a wide-eyed glare and Mia smiled before disappearing upstairs.

Mike was in space as he chatted with his still half-asleep son in the kitchen. He still had yet to cope with the fact that his dreams were seemingly coming true, simply because he'd had them. And somehow he was expected to accept that fucking his daughter was now part of his reality as well?!

He only got one more moment by the front door with his daughter before she ran out to meet her friend who'd honked.

"Bye sweetie, have a good day at school... I love you." The second part of his words to her were laden with meaning. Mia could feel the gravity of them as he laid them on her.

"I will daddy," she said, leaning in close and whispering in his ear, "because I still have all your sticky cum in my pussy. Who knows, I could be pregnant by second period."

Mike's jaw dropped.

"Love you daddy," she sang, giving him a kiss on the cheek and swiftly leaving out the door.

He'd forgotten about that little part - that he'd promised himself to take Mia to the drugstore for one of those emergency "plan B" pills.

As he watched his little teenager bounce out to the car, and then give him an incredible look of love and lust and everything in between before she stepped into the car, Mike's resolve faltered.

He and his daughter had a few days before they could really be in any trouble. He'd sleep, maybe dream a little on it, and then decide.



Dreaming of Mia Ch. 02



It was a Wednesday morning, and Mike was finally alone. His kids were both off to school, and his wife wouldn't be home until late that night.

Mike let himself fall right into the couch. Each of the Wasserman family members might have been going about their day as if everything was normal, but for Mike and his daughter, Mia, things were far from it.

Firstly, not even 48 hours ago he'd been suspended in free-fall off a bridge and into the river below it. Thirty-some feet it had been, airbags deployed and everything, yet you would never had known it by looking at him.

And second, Mike had watched his little girl trot to her carpool and seen the glint of his sperm upon her inner thighs as she went.

That was reason enough to question his sanity, but considering that Mia wasn't on birth control and millions of little swimmers were now inevitably fighting hard to impregnate his daughter as she sat down for her first class of the day, Mike sat there stupefied.

And finally, there was the fact that it had all come about because of a dream Mike had - or so he was beginning to suspect. Such delusions of being able to influence his life with a simple dream would typically have been out of the question for Mike, a skeptic by nature. But Mike was quite sure he was awake now, and his once secretive imaginings of fucking his beautiful, eighteen-year-old daughter were now a reality. Things like that didn't just happen out of the blue, something fantastical had to have happened in the accident two days ago.

'God, this is ridiculous,' thought Mike. He never should have done what he did that morning. Mia had pulled up the hem of his t-shirt that she'd been wearing when she was supposed to be filling him a cup of coffee, exposing her bare little pussy to him. Mike should have scolded her into oblivion, and taken away all of her privileges indefinitely.

But that's not what he'd done. He'd felt compelled to act out his dream, in much the same way his daughter had described feeling when she had awoken. And now that he had time to think, he couldn't deny feeling exceedingly happy about it. Making love with Mia had been the most exciting thing he'd ever experienced.

It had come on so fast, but as he'd looked his baby in the eye and taken her virginity, Mike saw how right it had felt to both of them. He had no idea what would happen next, but knowing that Mia had gone to school giddy about carrying a pussy-full of his incestuous cum, Mike could only hope the morning was just the start. Admitting that to himself was alarmingly easier than it should have been.

How did this dream thing work? Was he some kind of telepath now? Could he will things to happen with his mind?

Mike tried to think at the glass of water on the coffee table in front of him, with a small part of him expecting it to leap from the table into his hand.

Nothing happened.

He tried to will the TV to turn on.

Nothing.

Mike laughed to himself, what the hell was he thinking? Maybe this whole thing was as ridiculous as part of him was intent upon believing. Maybe what happened with Mia was just bound to happen. He'd taken notice of how pretty she'd gotten in the last few years and he wasn't too bad himself. The two of them got along better than any father and daughter combo he knew of, and at times there was, perhaps, a little sexual tension between them. Maybe this was really just an extension of lucking out with a daughter as wonderful as Mia, except that now he got to add the new dimension of incest to their relationship as well!

Luck... yeah right! Luck is finding a twenty in your pocket that you forgot about. Luck is being late to the airport and finding that your plane was delayed just enough for you to still board it. Starting the morning by taking the virginity of your bottomless teenage daughter isn't luck; something else had to be going on. Back and forth his mind volleyed, unable to settle on a reasonable explanation for what was happening.

Then, Mike felt a twinge of guilt. Mia had mentioned that she'd dreamed about him too. Maybe she'd even been connected to his own naughty dream of the night before, but the guilt he felt was in whether or not he'd somehow inadvertently coerced his little girl into incest.

She did mention having had thoughts about him before that morning... Still, he resolved himself to talk to her about what had happened when she got back home.

Once he finally hauled himself off the couch and got dressed, Mike went into work with palpable pep in his step. Confusion and guilt aside, he couldn't get over that smile on Mia's face when she left, nor the feeling of being snugly inserted in her tight little pussy that morning. He felt like a top dog as he walked into the office, ready to hear the good news on the real-estate deal his coworker had e-mailed him about.

After everyone welcomed him back and commented on how good he looked for a guy who drove off a bridge, Mike was briefed on what he'd missed. The investor they'd been dealing with had seemingly set aside his reservations on moving forward with the development and Mike and his business partner, Brad, had set the company up for a big contract. The progress might have been unexpected, but it didn't quite convince Mike that things had moved forward simply because he'd dreamed it.

Otherwise, things went along normally. He worked, he ate lunch, and drove home at the end of the day (avoiding the now infamous bridge route that was a few minutes faster).

Mia was sitting in the kitchen when he got home, doing her homework at the island. She was wearing her school uniform: a dark skirt she usually kept rolled a few times at the waist to shorten it and a plain white blouse that fit her well. He always looked forward to getting the update on her day after a tiring day at work, or sneaking a few looks at how cute she looked in her uniform.

She had this giant grin on her face when she hugged her dad. In fact, she'd worn it practically the entire day, even through chemistry class which she HATED. Only her dad knew what she could possibly be smiling about, and seeing her so happy assuaged some of his reservations about her willingness that morning.

"Hi Daddy!!" Mia said, hugging him tight. "Did your day go as well as your morning did?"

Mike gave her a knowing look, and answered that he'd had a great day, and asked the same of her.

"School was normal, I guess," she said cutely, then lowering her voice, "though it was a little hard to focus since I could still feel your all your cum inside me until, like, lunch!"

Mike looked around frantically, worried she'd get the two of them in trouble straight away with talk like that.

"Relax, Billy's at soccer and mom isn't home yet. If my pussy wasn't still sore from having your big cock in me daddy, I'd ask if you wanted to fuck me again!"

"Mia! Please tell me you know better than to be talking like that," Mike scolded her.

"I know, I know, I'm just still so excited about it I want to scream..." she looked at him defiantly and Mike wondered what she was planning, "like you made me this morning when you came inside me..."

Mike made a dash at his daughter to hush her up and Mia quickly hopped out of her chair to escape him. He caught up with her on the other side of the island and clamped his hand over her mouth playfully.

The grasp turned into a gentle caress of her cheek, and the caress became father and daughter leaning in to each other for a kiss. Once again, they locked lips, finding an energy that had somehow been there all along, but had finally been unleashed on one another.

Mike ran his hands all over his daughter's body, up her slender sides and down to her cute little butt. He was glad to feel she'd been wearing panties at school today, even if he'd been glad she wasn't when he found her that morning.

"Mnhhh daddy," she cooed against his lips, when he gripped her pert cheeks. She'd just started to twirl her tongue around his and Mike wanted more.

"So I'm not allowed to talk about having sex but you can kiss me right in the middle of the kitchen if you want?" Mia said with attitude.

His little girl had a point. "You're right sweetheart; we've got to be really careful from now on."

Mia smiled again, and Mike knew it was because of his promise of 'from now on.'

"Listen little one, I need to be serious with you for a second" he began, seeing Mia's eyes widen with intrigue, "I know you said you wanted to... do... what we did this morning and all, but I need to be absolutely certain you are sure that's what YOU wanted." Mike laid out.

"Dad." Mia replied frankly, "I'm the one who showed you my pussy and practically begged you to put your big penis inside me."

"I know you did, but I want to know if you just thought of that today... like the idea just popped into your head out of nowhere."

"Well..." Mia said, putting a finger to her lips in thought, Mike felt his nerves on edge "I mean, I definitely woke up today knowing that you would fuck me if I asked you to."

That was a bit alarming.

"But I don't want to lie... even though it's a little embarrassing..." she paused, blushing, "I sometimes... you know... touch myself and imagine it's you. I have for a while now."

Mike's eyes got enormous. His dreams hadn't caused that!

"What?" she said, defensively, "all my friends ever talk about is how hot you are and sometimes you don't wear your shirt and I just... I can't help it!"

"Mia... I'm not interrogating you," Mike assured her, "I have done the same things, but it's important that I still be a good dad to you and never make you do anything you don't want to."

"Okay daddy, then the answer is no, it didn't pop into my head out of nowhere, but for some reason I just knew it would happen today."

Mike kissed his daughter again, already breaking his own rule and letting their lips linger before instructing her to finish her homework.

Once again, Mike began to doubt that anything had changed. Mia had just described it as a strong feeling she had had. Perhaps it had nothing to do with his dreams.

"One more thing sweetie," he continued, not sure how to approach this next topic, "so... it was very irresponsible not to use protection this morning..."

Mia bit her lip mischievously, "you mean, since I'm not on birth control and I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating right now daddy?"

'God, why was hearing his daughter say that making him so incredibly turned on?' thought Mike, rolling his head back as he enjoyed it.

"Yes Mia, that's exactly why." Mike managed.

"I know daddy, I was thinking all day about how naughty it was that your sperm might be making me pregnant while I was learning trigonometry and civil war stuff." She said, sounding like she was hoping for it.

"You realize that's out of the question, right Mia?"

She frowned, "you mean, the risk doesn't excite you as much as me daddy? Are you going make me take the morning after pill?"

"I'm not going to MAKE you do anything baby, but you don't actually want to have a baby with me do you? You're only in high school sweetheart."

"Maybe you're right," Mia said, finally, "...maybe."

Mike couldn't believe she was really considering it, or even pretending to. What's more, he was finding that the thought of his teenage daughter pregnant with his baby excited him too.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow daddy, okay? We can negotiate before breakfast like we did this morning."

Mike raised his eyebrows at the cheeky brunette. She grinned and gave him one more kiss, looking outwardly content with herself.

Unfortunately, he and his daughter would get no more alone time that evening once the rest of the family got home. And the little minx knew exactly what she was doing by prancing around in her running clothes for an hour or two that night, a purple sports bra and the tiniest pink shorts. She felt her father's eyes on her, and caught him looking just as many times. The glances they stole at each other were full of both excitement and love. It felt so forbidden to have a secret that Mia's mother and brother didn't know a thing about.

By the time he fell asleep, Mike had little on his mind but his daughter. He knew he was probably being a bit overzealous about his desire for her, but you know what they say about the power of new love.

Dreams tend to be populated by the things weighing heaviest on one's mind at the time, or at least emotions most prevalent in your life. Scientists theorize that dreaming may serve as a way of reasoning through some of the complex problems that occur during waking hours. Your mind may conjure up a melting pot of people, places and stories, but your emotions are the driving force.

For Mike, that would be his exhilaration over what was going on with his daughter, anxiety at being found out, and his joy at seeing how happy he'd somehow made Mia with their morning of lovemaking. When Mike awoke, he sat up, recalling his dream quite lucidly for the third day in a row. However, given the content, he felt positive that this one would not be coming true.

Like many dreams before it, this one had been ridiculous, laughable even. Where had he been... in front of a group somewhere? And Mia was there too, that was for sure. It was like his mind had played out his anxiety at keeping his budding relationship with Mia a secret. He couldn't quite remember what exactly was going on, but there had definitely been many sets of eyes on them as Mike made love to his teenage daughter again.

There was a knock on his bedroom door...

"Daddy! Wake up!" Mia said from the doorway. "You gotta get ready."

"Wha... what Mia? I don't have to be at work until 9:30." he replied, yawning and stretching his arms over his head.

"Um... no... did you forget?"

"Forget what Mia? I'm not following."

"God Dad, I swear you'd forget you had a daughter if I didn't remind you sometimes." She ran over and hopped on the bed. Of course she was wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties and a heather-gray top that was draped over her shoulders, halfway down her cute stomach.

She plopped herself right on top of her dad's lap, quickly realizing that daddy usually woke up with morning wood.

For Mike, it was going to take some getting used to, feeling his pretty teenager in his lap and not thinking he should remove her immediately, or look around frantically to be sure nobody could see them.

"It's okay daddy." Mia assured him, "Mom's gone, and Billy is definitely still sleeping."

That comforted him a little; Mike put his hands on Mia's hips and squeezed, feeling her squirm. He began to meander them upward, under the shirt while he spoke.

"So what's this I'm forgetting, by the way?"

Mia giggled, trying to focus. It was hard to do so with her dad's palms approaching her breasts.

"We're doing the demonstration at school today Dad, you didn't seriously forget about that did you?"

Panic struck. Just as he was already buzzing at the feeling of having his little girl's perfect breasts in his palms, Mike's entire brain went into lockdown mode as he tried to fathom what his daughter had just said.

There could be no doubt now, there was an inexplicable link between what his brain had conjured up during the night and what was actually happening when he awoke.

'What had it been?' He searched his thoughts for clarity on the dream he'd had. It was Mia's school, just as she'd said. There was an instructor explaining things to the class... he'd taken his daughter's clothes off in a whole room filled with her classmates watching, and then... no, it simply couldn't be...

"Mia, sweetie, remind dad exactly what's supposed to happen today." Mike asked, trying to sound calm.

"Well I only know what you told me a few weeks ago when you talked to my teacher, but we're doing the demonstration for my Sex Ed class today." Mia responded.

"Right, I think I remember now, my brain must still be mixed up from the accident. Go on." urged Mike.

'Weeks ago?' Mike thought frantically. Absolutely not! There was no way in hell he'd had a conversation with the teacher about demonstrating anything with Mia for the class. The only explanation was that his imagination was somehow adjusting the past to fit with his premonitions for the present. It was too much to wrap his head around and there was still more.

"Once a month one student can volunteer to demonstrate different sexual activity for the class. You know Danielle right? She and her dad did oral sex last month."

It sounded preposterous, but Mike would have thought the very same thing if someone told him he'd be having sex with his daughter before breakfast the day before. Mia went on:

"We're not allowed to act anything out with our classmates because they don't want to encourage sex between students or some stupid reason like that, so we can choose between a family member or someone they hire from that special health center we do a field trip to later this year. Either way everybody has to be tested for STD's before they can participate... don't you remember having our test last week daddy?"

Mia wiggled her hips over her father's lap playfully. Mike was trying not to look like he was in shock; what she'd revealed was all far too much for his brain to handle at once.

"Right baby, of course." Mike replied, wincing as he felt her bubble butt surrounding his quickly hardening shaft. "So, Danielle and her dad did oral sex you say - in front of the whole class?"

"ALMOST everybody. Some kids parents don't let them participate in the class at all, but almost everybody does it. My class has like thirty. Not everybody does the demonstrations either, but I get a lot of extra credit and it looks really good on my college application too."

Mike practically laughed aloud. He might have thought his daughter was making the whole thing up, but she sounded nothing short of sincere. And in spite of everything - like he'd felt the day before - Mike couldn't help but feeling he had to go along... he wanted to go along. Was he being influenced by his own dreams, or did the idea of sex with his little teenager in front of her class excite him more than anything he could imagine?

The answer, was both, and Mike spoke without thinking while his hands pawed at his daughter's breasts and her hips flexed to push his rigid member against her.

"Okay Mia, remind me what exactly we're supposed to be demonstrating today?"

"Seriously dad, we talked about this like... two days ago?" she asked him, and then realised from the look on his face that he really didn't know. "I'm sorry dad, I know... the accident... we talked about just reviewing the lesson on oral sex and Ms. Chandler said we could do the lesson on using a condom, but..."

Mia put on that puppy dog look she was so damn good at. 'Oh no,' Mike thought.

"....seeing as how we had sex yesterday, I thought maybe we could do it again today."

"Whoa whoa whoa Mia, I don't think so! First of all, they actually let you guys do that?!" Mike asked, floored that Mia would even suggest doing it in the first place.

"Well, nobody has done it yet because the class is only three months in, but the first student to do it gets an automatic A+ and a really good recommendation for college."

Mike's head rolled back on his pillow. What...the...fuck...was going on?

"Daddy please! I really want to do it and you already fucked me yesterday so now it won't hurt as bad in front of the class." her voice was racing the way it did when she really wanted something.

"Honey, I thought we talked about this - we weren't going to tell anybody about us... it's incest!" Mike finally said.

"Seriously dad? They don't even call it that anymore," Mia responded with an impatient glare, "That was illegal like... back when I was still a little kid. It's okay in certain situations between consenting adults, and education is one of those situations."




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 02



She said it so plainly that Mike couldn't help but believe her. Given everything she'd said so far, was it really so unbelievable that the laws about incest had changed too? Mike found himself wondering what the 'certain situations' could possibly be. Somehow, he didn't think that impregnating his eighteen-year-old daughter would be on the list.

"Besides, everyone signs a contract that they'll be expelled if they repeat what happens in the class, and Ms. Chandler the Sex Ed teacher checks to make sure nobody brings a cell phone or a camera."

Mike groaned aloud, starting to wonder if he was still in a hospital bed somewhere, having the most vivid and other-worldly dreams while being kept alive in a coma.

"Mia, I just don't think it's a good idea."

There came the face again - that adorable look that had yet to fail on him. And then his teenager rotated her hips in a way that was so sexy he developed an obsession with it on the spot.

"Please daddy, wouldn't you like to fuck me in front of a bunch of boys at school? Remember that guy Aspen, the one you hated because you caught us kissing in my freshman year? He's in my class."

Mike remembered that kid... The little bastard had been attempting to work his hand into Mia's shirt when Mike walked downstairs at that soccer team co-ed sleepover his wife said would be 'no big deal.'

"There's a few others too dad: Jim, the guy from the football team, Dave our neighbor... Danny... You could put your big, hard cock inside me and show them all who I belong to." Mia punctuated the last few words by bouncing lightly up and down on Mike's tucked erection.

"I want you to fuck me so bad daddy..." she cooed, placing her hands on his chest and rubbing her tiny hips back and forth along her father's shaft. "Please, don't you want to put your penis in your daughter's naughty little pussy again?"

Mike didn't recall this part from the dream, but his daughter was driving him so crazy that he believed without a doubt that he had no choice but to go through with it. He'd need to ask Mia where she learned to talk like that, but he couldn't take it anymore.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" Mike practically yelled. "I give in!"

Mia beamed and squealed with joy. "Eeeeee... yesssssss! Thank you daddy, thank you thank you thank you!" She said, leaning in and planting kisses all over his cheeks, and then one long one right on his lips.

"I promise I'll let you have your way with me anytime you want after this," Mia said, speaking seductively to him as she pulled back from the kiss.

In fact, Mike wanted her right then. He placed his hands on his young brunette's hips and pulled her down firmly against his cock.

To his dismay, Mia quickly squirmed out of his grasp and got up from his lap before he could realize what was happening.

"We've gotta save ourselves for the class daddy, and I've gotta go get ready. So do you!" She said, smiling wide.

"The class is third period dad, but I get to hang out with you and skip class until then since we're doing the demonstration today. We've just gotta be there before 9. I'll be ready in 30 minutes!"

With that, Mike watched his 18-year-old bound out the door like she was floating on air. Once again, his heart thumped to see her so happy. His brain, however, got its first chance to revel in what was happening.

He lay there, mulling it over, trying desperately to make sense of things until at least ten minutes went by. He spent another five minutes standing like a zombie in the shower, still hard as a rock, and frustrated that he couldn't simply barge into Mia's bathroom and take a 'proper' shower that would involve hearing Mia's incredible cries of pleasure. It was probably at that point that Mike realized how much he was looking forward to hearing them in front of her class instead.

Mia wasn't wearing her uniform when he met her in the kitchen, and she could see the questioning look along with a bit of lust when she saw her dad's gaze.

"My teacher told me I could wear whatever made me comfortable, so I picked this."

'This,' was an outfit that Mike felt absolutely symbolized how incredibly sexy his daughter had gotten over the past few years. She wore some variation of it often. Today's was a fire-engine red spaghetti-strap top that hugged her body so well he could see every little curve, even the faintest hint of her ribcage. He could see the straps of her bra just beneath its little red cords on her tan shoulders. The hem stopped well short of her belly button, revealing one of his favorite parts of her, Mia's toned little tummy. She had in one of her more dangly belly piercings her mother didn't like, something that made her look simultaneously adolescent and yet precocious now that he knew what she'd gotten dressed up for. Finally, the jean shorts she was sporting were so small and perfectly sculpted that he could see the gap between her thighs and the pockets hanging out in the front

"I thought you'd like it," Mia smiled, biting her lip, "this is the one you always stare at me in."

Mike narrowed his eyes defensively at her.

"What? I love it when you look at me like that" she retorted.

He softened up a bit, recalling what the two of them were preparing for. "Mia, before we go, I know you always think you know exactly what you want, but... sweetheart, look at me." She was packing up her bag and Mike needed her attention, "I want you to be absolutely sure about this."

Mia was gazing at him intently, and stopped what she was doing to close the gap between them. She placed a hand on his chest and spoke, bobbing her head and the cute ponytail behind it. "Daddy, you're very sweet, and I love that you always make sure to take care of me."

God was she growing up fast.

"But believe me, I am the one who volunteered us for the class... I want you so bad I can't stand it!"

Hearing his daughter say that could never fail to melt him from the inside out.

"Plus..." she said, more playfully now, "I can't wait for everyone ELSE to see what a good daddy you are too!"

The whole drive to school with Mia was a blur. Between lusting over that damn outfit she was wearing and wondering when he was going to snap out of his coma, Mike did his best to chat with Mia about whatever she wanted.

Apparently, Mia had never given a blowjob before, but she thought she could get the hang of it from watching Danielle and her dad last month. Mike agreed to instruct her if she needed it. Then, there was the issue of the condom. Everyone had practiced it on a plastic cylinder shape provided for them in their Sex Ed class, but Mia was nervous about doing it on her dad. They hadn't used one before, but Mia didn't think her teacher would allow that.

At some point, Mia got nervous about having sex too, wondering if kids would laugh if she was too loud or because she had so little experience and it might hurt again before she could adjust. She worried that they might think she looked funny naked or her boobs weren't the right size. Mike couldn't believe his own words, but he consoled her just the same.

"Don't worry little one, I'll be there for you, and by the way, I've seen most of your friends - you are by far the most beautiful girl in your school and your body is absolutely perfect, so I doubt most of them will be able to keep their minds off anything but that."

Mia smiled and leaned over the center console to hug her dad's arm.

"I love you so much daddy," she told him, slowly bringing one hand down to his crotch as he pulled into the parking lot of her school, "I am all yours... you know that right?"

"Let's go show 'em then, huh?" Mike urged, and he and Mia exchanged one last kiss before going inside.

Mia took him to the meeting room where they were supposed to have class in about 30 minutes. Mike's heart began beating faster the minute he stepped out of the sun and into the old familiar school. Some 25 years ago, he'd been a student there himself. None of his memories, however, were likely to be anything like the ones he'd make today.

Nevertheless, that guiding force kept telling Mike that things were as they were supposed to be. Go along with it and everything would fall into place. Even as they peeked in the meeting room and saw the chairs lined up in a half circle around a slightly raised platform, Mike felt inexplicably confident. There was a big, circular ottoman on it with a pillow and a comfortable looking blanket. Yep, this was no joke; he could envision what he was going to do with his daughter on that very blanket.

"Mr. Wasserman... Mia!" said an excited female voice from behind them as the father-daughter duo turned around.

"I'm so glad you two signed up - Mia's one of my best students." she said sincerely. "Would you two like to grab something to drink? You can have my office before class."

"That would be great Ms. Chandler," replied Mia, "this is my dad, Mike."

"Glad to finally meet you Mike, you've got a very bright daughter. I hope you're proud!"

"Very proud... Nice to meet you too Ms. Chandler," said Mike.

"Call me Diana, please."

"Diana it is," said Mia's dad. She was a relatively attractive woman, a little younger than he, blonde and a bit curvy. Mike couldn't help thinking she looked like the kind of woman who might be appropriate for teaching students about sex.

Diana walked with them to the teacher's lounge, pointing to the fridge inside. While Mia went to go grab some water bottles for her and her dad, Mike spoke with the teacher.

"I'll admit to still being a bit unfamiliar with this whole demonstration thing, let alone that I'm Mia's father. She assures me it's common, but I never know with that one when she wants something."

"Oh, quit being so old fashioned," Diana teased, punching his arm lightly. Her candor was disarming. "I understand, but we've had a lot of success with this program. You'd be surprised how teaching our students the specifics tends to make them act a lot more maturely about sex. A lot of teachers in the program think it's going to drastically reduce the rates of unwanted pregnancy as well as reducing both incompatible marriages and relationships."

Obviously, he was speaking to a real believer in the program, but she seemed to make some actual sense, he had to admit.

"You don't think that having sex with my daughter could lead to her getting a little confused about things Diana?"

Diana's eyes widened, "Oh you guys decided on it then? Mia told me you'd come around!" she said approvingly.

"Sorry, I'm just excited you two are progressing with the schedule a few months earlier than my usual class. In answer to your question, yes, I understand your worries, but all of our research has found that family members either ARE sexually attracted to one another or they AREN'T. In a way, this lets your daughter work through what she's feeling, and learn a few valuable lessons in the process. All of my students are legally adults, and I feel honored that my class can help them learn what that means."

"Ha! wWhat about me?" Mike asked,

He and Diana watched his beautiful brunette walk back in their direction with two waters and a juice she'd found in the fridge. Before she was in earshot, Diana replied, clapping Mike on the shoulder.

"Something tells me that you'll survive, DAD," she emphasized.

It was really happening!

Mike and Mia sat close together on the couch in Ms. Chandler's office. The closer it got to the bell that would announce third period, the faster Mike could feel his heart beating. Mia, too, was excited. She was squirming all over with her father's arm around her.

The bell rang and shortly thereafter, Mia and her dad could hear the bustle of students moving to their next class. They could hear Ms. Chandler welcoming students and checking in their phones, repeating the same disclaimer about confidentiality and policy to each group that approached.

When things went almost completely silent outside the door and the last locker closed down the hall, Mia squeezed her dad's arm tight.

They hadn't spoken much, probably due to nerves, as they waited for Ms. Chandler to call them in. Mia did whisper to her dad that she was so wet she was worried it might soak through her underwear. Naturally, that reminded Mike's penis to get uncomfortably hard in his slacks.

A knock on the door signaled it was time for the class to start.

"Alright you two... we're ready for you." she said in a reassuring tone. "Remember: take your time, communicate with each other as much as you'd like, and if you can try to keep pace with my lesson, great. If not, I'll respond to what you're doing."

Mike helped his daughter to her feet and admired her young body one more time before he'd be doing so in front of her classmates. Usually, he'd be totally disapproving of her wearing such a sexy little outfit in public, but today he knew he needn't feel jealous.

"Ready sweetie?" Mike asked.

Mia smiled nervously, "ready daddy."

"Remember," Diana said as they walked to the door to the classroom, "be yourselves, we're here to learn from you..." she said, before continuing with a smirk, "not that you guys have had any practice or anything, of course."

She opened the door, and thirty hushed voices dropped off a few at a time.

Mike and his daughter followed Diana into the room and up to the front. The lights were heavily dimmed except for around the platform. But it was... nice, somehow. It wasn't like they would be some kind of livestock under bright lights, more like they were truly meant to feel comfortable - or as much as one could with all the spectators around.

"Oh, quit being so quiet... you guys are never quiet when I ask you to be." Ms. Chandler said.

The students laughed in unison, and a few of them resumed talking low amongst themselves from time to time. Still, a lot of them were watching Mia and her dad closely.

"You all know Mia, and this here is her father Mike, who has so generously offered to demonstrate with her today."

"Hi Mr. Wasserman," said Mia's friend Katie from the front row of the half-circle.

"Hi Katie," Mike said back.

Mia was busy waving to a few friends and looking adorably nervous as she stood in front of her class.

"Yes yes, some of you know Mike... and Mia..." she said, trying to get his daughter's attention, "you definitely know everyone in this class."

Mia giggled, "Yesss Mssss. Chaaandler," she sang.

"Thanks for your attention smartass," said Diana. Mike's wife would have hated it, but Mike kind of liked the way Diana handled her students. It seemed like the right approach given her subject.

"So, you guys all know today is our one demonstration a month, and you know the rules. No deliberately distracting our wonderful teachers today. Yes Mia, you are technically a teacher for this ONE DAY. No discussing our demonstrators with anyone outside the class, and please, for the love of God, ask me questions if you have them while the class goes on. Is that all understood?"

"Yes Ms. Chandler," the class replied.

"Alright. I'll collect your agreements while Mia and her father get comfortable on the lounge."

And so it begins, thought Mike. There was no turning back now, and as Diana collected a paper from each of the students, he sat down with Mia on the lounge and she leaned against him, looking out over the class.

When Diana had collected the final paper and checked to make sure it was signed and dated, she leaned over to whisper to Mia and her father. "Okay you two, pretend you're alone and go ahead. Don't mind me when I talk to the class."

Mia turned to her dad, biting her lip and looking as sweet and innocent as he could ever remember. Her eyes were big, expectant and begging for his approval. He gave it in the form of a kiss.

At first it was light, just a peck. After they parted, both father and daughter's eyes darted out to the classroom to see if anyone was watching. From the way the murmurs of the students had quieted considerably, they were. Fortunately, the lights were dimmed enough on the class that they mostly fell away from view.

Mia kissed her dad this time. She did so hungrily, pushing against him as if she'd done so subconsciously. Another second and Mike felt his daughter's mouth open; then her tongue darted out. His eyes darted to the side again - all he could see was Diana standing closest of the group and giving him an approving nod.

He decided to let his hands do what they wanted. If he was already kissing his own daughter in front of her classmates, how much worse could putting his hands on her be?

Mike put his hand on one of Mia's exposed sides under that incredible red top of hers. Her skin was warm and soft; he could feel his mind attempting to accept what he wanted to do to her as his fingers pressed into her skin, spectators be damned.

Mia's hands wrapped around her father's biceps as well, pulling him toward her. They heard the teacher speak to the class.

"Okay, someone tell me what I always say is the most important thing about sex? I'll give you a hint: it isn't the penetration part."

Two students spoke up at the same time, "Foreplay!" they exclaimed.

"Correct. And raise your hand next time."

"Watch Mia and Mr. Wasserman; they have excellent chemistry. Kissing and touching is very important, as well as listening to your partner's body. When it comes to sex, you don't always need to rush things like a teenager."

This was surreal, Mike could scarcely focus on both his daughter and the teacher, and Mia could tell. She took the lead and swung her leg over her father's lap. A few students took a deep breath as they watched Mia move.

In a few seconds, Mike was once again immersed in kissing his baby, and he could feel her lower half gently moving up and down, forming a rhythm that probably only he could sense.

Diana had said something else about foreplay, but Mike missed it. He'd wrapped his fingers around Mia's back and was hugging her tight while she straddled him.

"Fuck dad," she whispered, "I'm already so horny!"

"Good sweetie, you're doing great already."

Mia smiled and kissed him appreciatively while Mike moved a hand to one of her shoulders. He pushed both straps off it so they hung there loosely. Her bare skin was not lacking attention for long, for Mike trailed kisses down from his daughter's lips until he was applying kiss after kiss to her shoulder and neck.

Mia cooed into his ear, "God dad, why haven't you done this before?"

He felt his baby's hips beginning to writhe in his lap.

"That's the sign of a good couple," said the teacher, "they talk to each other, they find out what their partner likes, and they take their time."

"But what if you're really horny and you don't want to wait to get to the good part?" Asked a boy from the back.

"Then, Thomas," snapped Diana, "I expect things will be over as quickly as they started."

A few kids giggled at the boy. Mike recalled the day before when he and Mia had jumped directly into the 'good part.' He was glad to be taking his time today.

Meanwhile, Mike was still planting his lips all over Mia's neck, feeling her back arch as he slid his hands up her tummy. Her breathing was getting heavier; he loved feeling his daughter getting more and more aroused.

"Mnhhh... daddy," said Mia, "can I take your penis out now? I want to put it in my mouth..." Mia asked sweetly. Again, Mike looked around, wondering if he could really muster up the courage to go through with it. Apparently, he could.

"Yes baby, but only if you let me take your shirt off first." Mike bartered.

Mia nodded happily in agreement, and held her hands up over her head obediently. Mike reached down and pulled the red top up over her head in one quick pull. He was glad he did, because underneath she was wearing an incredible white bra with black lace over the cups that held her perfect tits just right.




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 02



He hardly noticed her unbuttoning his pants while he admired it. Apparently, some of the boys in the class were admiring it too, because he heard one of them say to a nearby friend, "fuck, he's so lucky!"

As Mike let his daughter work his pants and boxers down over his cock until it sprang free, he did feel quite lucky indeed.

"Okay students," Diana said as Mia bit her lip and admired his fully hard cock before taking it in her hand, "you remember Danielle and her dad's demonstration last month. Somebody tell me how to be safe about oral sex."

One of the students answered about knowing your partner and their sexual background, another about how she and her brother had to get tested to do the first demonstration that year. Mike couldn't concentrate on them, however because after staring into her dad's eyes and stroking a few times, Mia bent down and planted her lips right on her father's helmet.

Diana went on to ask about the myths of oral sex, but Mike wasn't listening. He got a quick look at a few of the students in the front row who were leaning forward in their desks and watching his daughter work a few inches of his cock into her mouth.

"You're doing good Mia," Mike told her, moving her hand to his base, "put your hand here while you do that and move it up and d...ughhh...like that, that's good sweetie."

Mia obeyed immediately, and though she couldn't fit even half of her dad's penis in her mouth, she did a good job covering the other half with her hand.

A girl in the front row let out a little moan and then looked around, embarrassed, having obviously done so by accident. The thought that his little teenager was turning her classmates on just by blowing him made Mike very proud.

Mike was sprawled back on the lounge and watched his daughter bob her head rhythmically between his legs. She was bent over at the hips, sticking her butt up in the air; he got an amazing view of her breasts, still in her bra but jiggling tantalizingly within it. Mike sat up and reached a hand down, sliding his fingers in and playing with her soft globe. His fingers found a nipple and pinched it gently.

When that wasn't enough, Mike decided she didn't need her bra anymore. His cock was already out and in his teenage daughter's mouth as she blew him, so what difference did it make if she was topless while she did it? He unhooked her bra and then helped her slide her arms out of it. She hardly took her focus off the blowjob, though she smiled when she saw the wide-eyed look of admiration on her father's face and heard a few gasps from the class as her ample boobs were revealed to them.

Mia was slurping at her father's shaft earnestly when Diana spoke again, "Now, something we didn't go over last lesson, class, was that you can also improve the feeling of oral sex for most guys by using your free hand on his testicles.

Mia withdrew her dad's cock from her mouth and looked at her teacher, "go ahead Mia, give it a try."

Sure enough, Mia looked her dad right in the eye as she opened her mouth, letting his cock push past her lips and using both her hands at the same time: one on his balls and the other stroking him as she bobbed up and down. She had had already felt how big he was the day before, but she loved worshipping him with her mouth for her whole class to see.

Mike was immensely proud to be the one receiving Mia's attentions, and she was doing so well he soon worried he'd spoil the fun by cumming so soon. "Ouhh...okay... hold up there baby!" Mike cautioned her, placing a hand on her chin and lifting it off him. He could tell from the big grin on his daughter's face that she knew how close he was.

"Did I do good daddy?" she asked him.

"Very good sweetheart," he said back to her, amazed she would be so intimate in front of her class.

"I'll say so." interjected Diana, "Class, how do you think Mia did?"

A few murmured that she'd done well, and one of the boys in the back said "I've had better." at which Mia suddenly looked pissed. She relaxed a little when another boy said, "Yeah right! You've tried, and failed."

Mike distracted his daughter by beckoning her to crawl up and kiss him. He held her close, "are you sure you want to keep going honey?"

Mia nodded and kissed him again. While Diana continued to address the class, her father worked his fingers around the button to the tiny jean shorts his daughter was wearing.

"Oral sex can be a really great thing in some relationships, and can be a point of stress in others..." Diana was telling the class while Mike tugged his daughter's shorts and panties down over her round ass. He was getting more and more excited as he found his daughter wearing less and less.

In a few seconds, he'd flipped them around so Mia was lying in the place her father had been. She looked nervous as he slid her bottoms down over her ankles and removed them. Mia was now fully naked and at his will, all in front of the hungry eyes of thirty of her classmates.

In truth, this was the closest look Mike had gotten of his daughter, despite the previous day's escapades. So close to his baby's lower half, he could now glance between her legs and see just why she'd felt so snug inside. Her opening truly was tiny, with the most flawless little lips holding tight together. Mia had gotten a wax after school the previous day, paid for by the program - or so she told him on the way to school that day. She was bare, beautiful and it probably wasn't only apparent to him that she was also wet.

Mike ran his hand up his daughter's leg gently, approaching her wet little slit and causing her to hold her breath. A few of the student held their breath too as Mike's fingers found their way to the puffy labia of his daughter's quim.

"See how he doesn't just go right in there... Thomas... Mia's dad knows to approach things slowly and make sure she's comfortable."

But Mike could tell as soon as his fingers touched down that his teenager was ready for him. He ran them a few times up and down along slick outer lips and then made a few small circles on her clit. "Mnhhhh..." Mia cooed, "that feels good dad."

Not wasting too much time, Mike leaned in and planted a kiss where he'd rubbed circles on her. Then more kisses; he suckled gently after a moment and felt Mia's hips lift off the lounge against him. Mike darted his tongue out against his daughter's pussy.

She tasted delicious. 'Of course she did,' Mike said to himself, 'the forbidden fruit is always sweet.'

But she wasn't forbidden to him anymore. Mike didn't care if it was in the kitchen, in his dreams, or in front of her entire school, licking his daughter's beautiful pussy was all he cared about just then, and it wasn't all that he planned to do.

"Fuuuuck daddy, keep doing that on my clit!"

Little by little, Mike urged his tongue more firmly against his daughter's quim. He paid extra attention to her clit like she asked, and was soon rewarded with even more fluid he could feel leaking from her needy opening.

"See that students: communication! Tell your partner what you want, and when it comes to oral sex on a woman, you absolutely cannot forget the clitoris."

Mike didn't, he labored there until Mia was beginning to breathe more shallowly. She moaned a few times, but tried to keep quiet out of a bit of embarrassment.

"It's okay Mia," said her teacher, "the whole room is soundproof. You don't have to keep quiet. That's a lesson for all you sexual beings in here, as long as you won't bother anyone else too much, make noise! Most men and women love when their partner rewards them with moaning and dirty talk."

Mike was relentless, and whether Mia wanted to or not, she did reward him...

"uuUUnnnH... Dad... your tongue feels so good..."

Another few moments of it and Mike realized he was going to make his daughter orgasm in front of her class. Surreal as it was, ridiculous as it might have seemed to him that morning, he was so excited to hear her cry out for him and the class.

She was writhing her hips so much that he had to take hold of them as he lapped endlessly at her clit. A few more licks and Mia tried to wiggle away from him, panting, then unable to catch her breath. Mike didn't let her go, and that was when Mia cried out.

"Ohfuuuuck Daddy... ohmyGod...oouuuh!"

He held on to her and kept pressing his tongue against her repeatedly while she came. More of her fluids gathered in his mouth, so much so that they dripped down his chin. Never had a woman he'd been with, especially not Mia's mother, been aroused enough to be so wet.

The whole class watched with bated breath as Mia came. Her back arched, her fingers grasped at her father's hair and her hips lifted off the lounge uncontrollably. Mia cried loudly, she couldn't hold anything back.

It took at least a minute, probably longer for Mia's body to stop quaking. Perhaps it was just Mike getting familiar with the sight of his climaxing teenager, but it seemed Mia had cum much harder today that she had the day before. Perhaps she would cum harder still when he fucked her too, which Mike fully intended to do.

Mia's head rolled back as her dad laid down beside her. He stroked her undulating chest, and traced lines down her pretty stomach. His fingers played with the glimmering jewel at her navel while the beautiful brunette caught her breath.

"How was that Mia?" asked Ms. Chandler after she'd let the father and daughter duo gather themselves for a moment.

"Really good," Mia told her and the class, "I've never been able to make myself cum like that with just my fingers."

One of the girls in the front row raised her hand, whom Mike recognized as Becca from Mia's soccer team. When the teacher called on her, she asked:

"This is a question for both of you... well, my boyfriend is kinda bad at oral. Can you give me any pointers I can give to him?"

Mia looked at her teacher, wondering if she was allowed to answer her, and Diana nodded 'yes.'

"Well, my dad was really good at keeping his tongue kind of on the same area and being consistent. He was pressing hard but not too hard." Mia said, smiling at her dad after she answered.

Mike decided to chime in too, "you can focus on the clit mostly, but it's important not to overdo the clit by digging at it with your tongue constantly. Be firm but gentle at the same time."

Becca looked content with their answers, and Mike and Mia got another few seconds to gaze at each other and convey their love with simply their eyes.

Diana walked over to the platform and spoke low to Mike and his daughter, "alright guys, are you still up for the next part?"

Mia looked at her dad, biting her lip sexily and nodding at him. Mike read her face, saw that she was not ready to finish yet, and agreed: "We're ready Diana." getting that same smile from the teacher as when he'd told her the first time.

"Alright class, I know it's earlier than I said it would be, but as it turns out, Mia and her father have offered to be our first lesson on intercourse."

This got the whole class whispering in a hurry. There was a "no way,' from somewhere in the front and a few boys that fist-bumped each other at the back. Mia looked around at the reaction of the class, and then nervously back at her father.

"Don't worry sweetie," Mike told her quietly, "you're safe with me. I'll take very good care of you."

As they listened to the murmur of the class, and Diana went on to explain about what was about to happen and the proper way to select and approve of a partner, Mike and his teenage daughter were slowly slipping into a world of their own.

Mia swooned as her dad ran his hands all over her body, from squeezing at her hip, to cupping one of her breasts, and then caressing her face as they joined for a kiss. Mia reached down and wrapped her fingers around her dad's erection; it hadn't softened a bit throughout the duration of the class.

They had to break up their kissing and touching when Mia heard her teacher say for the second time, "Mia, why don't you take one of the condoms from the bowl on the platform - you'll probably need to take one of the black wrapper ones, because they're larger."

A few girls in front giggled, and Mia felt both nervous and proud as she relished that even her teacher could see how big her daddy was. Mike watched his daughter grab a condom and rip it open, disappointed in some small way that he wouldn't be able to fuck her without one as they'd done the day before.

She was a little shaky, but Mike presented himself for Mia to apply the condom and she did well rolling it onto him. Ms. Chandler was explaining some of the specifics of what Mia was doing when she finished.

"If you two don't mind, why don't we start with simple missionary?"

"Okay," Mia agreed, laying back on the lounge and breathing as heavily as ever as her father followed her lead. When they stopped moving, Mia saw her father's condom covered penis bobbing near the entrance to her pussy, and she knew this was it.

"Ready little one?" Mike asked her, feeling more than a little excited. He looked around the room, seeing some of the boys standing up to get a better look. He recognized that little bastard, Aspen, in the back of the room. He grabbed his rigid shaft, glad to be about to show the young men whom his daughter belonged to.

"Ready daddy, go ahead," she urged him, "but be gentle, you're cock is really big remember?"

He did remember, so when Mike brought his tip to his daughter's entrance, he rubbed it all around to coat it in Mia's wetness. Taking one last look around their audience, Mike pushed his cockhead against his daughter's taut little opening.

Like the day before, it resisted him. He had to push harder to finally part the young beauty's outer lips. Mia was reminded just how big her dad was with the tip of his penis not even all of the way in.

"Fuck daddy....ouwwhhh.. I can't believe we're doing this,"

"Do you want to stop sweetheart?" Mike asked her, not quite believing that he could be asking that in front of her thirty or so schoolmates. He hoped she'd say no, of course, but Mike would truly do anything his daughter asked.

"No, keep going...unghhh..." Mia encouraged him.

Mike pushed again, sinking about an inch of his cock into his daughter's young pussy and hearing a few students discussing whether it would all fit in his tiny daughter.

Mia's dad urged forth a little further, getting the ridge of his helmet to just about disappear in his daughter's pussy. Mia whined upon feeling him stretch her.

Ms. Chandler spoke up, "now students, some men are large and some men aren't, so it isn't always as difficult to adjust, but Mr. Wasserman is teaching you a good lesson here: you can't just shove into your partner, you've got to give her time to adjust. As much time as she needs."

"How are you doing Mia?" her teacher asked.

"I'm okay," Mia replied, opening her eyes and looking down to where her daddy was penetrating her, "he's just really big, so it hurts a little at first."

"That's totally normal, especially if your lover is a virgin." Ms. Chandler told the class. Mia's eyes found her dad's, worried they might reveal that Mia had only lost her virginity yesterday morning to the man who was once again inside her.

Eyes locked on hers, Mike gave another push. Mia's whole face scrunched in concentration as she felt her dad sink into her.

"ouuuhhhhfuck...uhhhh..." she breathed.

He wasn't quite halfway, but Mike withdrew a few inches before pushing back into his teenager. He was able to sink a little further; he could feel her inexperienced tunnel giving way to him a little bit at a time.

"There you go sweetheart...mphh... you still doing okay?" Mike asked her as he slid out and back in again.

Mia could feel him so deep inside her, and yet looking down she saw he was still a few inches from having his entire length in her pussy. She looked over and saw one of the boys who always tried to flirt with her sitting up in his desk and gazing at where her father's cock was plunging into her.

"Yes daddy...mnhhhh... fuck me... you can go all the way in now." She said, glancing around the room as she said it. It felt so naughty to be speaking that way to her father in front of so many of her classmates, and it made her want him all the more.

Ms. Chandler was saying something else, but neither Mia nor her dad paid attention as Mike pulled all the way out to his tip and plunged into his daughter fully. As their hips came together, Mia howled loudly, and her teacher stopped mid-sentence to watch them.

"With deep penetration sometimes comes contact with the cervix. Some women can feel discomfort from this, and some women like it quite a bit." she instructed, "I think Mia is the latter, don't you guys?"

She was. Each time her dad's hips pressed against his daughter's Mike heard his baby whimper and felt the soft, spongy tissue resisting him deep inside her. Even with the condom on, Mia felt absolutely divine, though Mike was quite sure he'd need to try their demonstration alone again later that evening when the layer of protection could be absent.

As he picked up speed and held on to his eighteen-year-old's hips, Mike watched her wonderful, freed breasts bounce atop her chest. Accompanied with as much a smile as she could muster while still adjusting to her dad's size, Mia was a sight to behold.

"God dad...mnhhhh...fuck me just like that," begged his little girl.

He did just as she asked, establishing a rhythm of plunging in and out of her fully. Mia and her dad looked down to their incestuous connection, and watched as her tiny pelvis bulged ever so slightly each time her dad was all the way in. A few times he would hesitate a moment, touching her as deeply as he could and letting the two of them savor the intensity of the line they were crossing together for the whole class to see. Mike knew his dream had been absurd, but he never realized how heightened the excitement of fucking his young daughter could be until he was there in that moment with her.

Ms. Chandler commented again: "Well class, what you're watching is the simply the perfect way to have sex in the missionary position. Depth, face-to-face communication, and access to each other's bodies with your hands."

As she said this, Mia's fingers were running over her dad's chest, letting his wisps of chest hair weave between them, and admiring his time spent in the gym. Mia knew she was well founded in thinking her dad was the most attractive man she knew; she felt beside herself with pride to be so totally his in front of her classmates.

"If our demonstrators don't mind, maybe one of you students would like to see a different position?"

A couple students agreed excitedly.

"Mia, Mike, you guys are welcome to choose one." said the teacher.

Mike knew what was next; he'd seen it in his dream. The details came back to him throughout the day, and he simply played along.

"Want to let your classmates decide?" Mike suggested to his daughter.

Mia nodded her head naughtily, wondering how her father would be fucking her next. He was still inside her, and as long as that didn't change she'd be as happy as can be.

"Well class, what do you think?"

"Doggy," said at least five of the students in near-unison. Ms. Chandler called on a few more students and only one suggested something different.

"Well you two, how about doggy style?"

Mia nodded her head enthusiastically. She'd done it standing up yesterday, but Mia found the idea of being on her hands and knees for her father was even more exciting.

"Do you wanna fuck me doggy dad?" Mia asked with her big green eyes.

"Whatever you want sweetheart." Mike told her, reaching around her and pulling her up off the lounge into his lap. Mia gave a little moan as he sank into her further; he simply needed to kiss her before they moved on. The class watched in anticipation as Mia and her dad kissed for a few seconds before he lifted her easily off his cock and turned her around. Mia loved the way her dad could manhandle her like it was no effort at all.




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 03



Walking out of the school, Mike looked back in disbelief at the doors he and his daughter had just exited. He felt her hand clasping his and the warmth of her shoulder nestled against him. Her thick brown hair tickled the back of his arm as they walked toward the car. Mike's brain raced and all the while the sensations of his daughter at his side kept what they had just done at the very front of his mind.

It was ludicrous... surreal... impossible. Like everything that had transpired in the last three days, Mike had a hard time even believing that he was really awake and not still unconscious in the hospital bed after his car accident.

Then Mia looked up at him with her big green eyes and though she said nothing, her gaze assured him that what had happened between them was entirely real. Even Mike's wildest dreams could not approach the admiration and wonder on his daughter's beautiful face. Love, incest, and a very public display of both in front of Mia's Sex-Ed class were now integral parts of their lives, whether either could fully comprehend what that would mean or not.

As Mia got in the car, her father could even see the wetness between her thighs. Some of it, no doubt, was the result of Mike's orgasm while inside of her - free from the barrier of protection and quite a shock to the entire class that was watching. And they didn't even know that Mike's mischievous little girl had been fibbing about using birth control and taking that Plan B pill her teacher had insisted on!

He watched her in the passenger seat, smiled along with her when she described how much she liked seeing how jealous that boy Tommy looked when her dad was fucking her from behind. When she asked him how it felt to cum inside her in front of her WHOLE CLASS, Mike replied without even thinking: "it was wonderful sweetie, you are the most wonderful girl your dad's ever been with."

With that, Mia beamed the biggest smile he'd ever seen in his direction. Her freckle-kissed cheeks blushed red and she almost looked like she would cry.

Before they'd come to school that morning, Mike had begun to accept that his dreams were now inexplicably tied to reality. It wasn't a realization that came easily, but any of his reservations were held at bay by feeling compelled to pursue the direction his dreams were taking. It was a strange influence that Mike was actually quite aware of - one that troubled him. Were his decisions his own? Were Mia's? Could he really keep up having sex with his daughter and expect to go about life as usual? Yet, so far everything had worked out just as any dream usually does, just like his fantasies of Mia from before the accident.

He could admit that now - Mike had fantasized about Mia long before he'd first made love to her in the kitchen two mornings ago. What father could say they'd never had inappropriate thoughts with such a beautiful young thing like Mia running around the house? He'd kept those fantasies buried deep; always being a wonderful father to Mia no matter how attractive she was to him.

But the car accident had acted as the combination to a very complex lock on the boundaries of their relationship. Looking at her now, Mike couldn't deny being indescribably happy to have explored something so forbidden to them.

While much of his focus had been consumed by the new, incestuous relationship with Mia, Mike knew he had to get a handle on the phenomenon that had begun the morning he woke up from that terrifying car accident. Back in the classroom, Mike had realized his dreams the night before had only taken him to the point of looking down at his beautiful daughter, ready to have sex with her in front of her classmates. His dreams had schemed up the scenario, but were incomplete as they often are. Mike had chosen freely to enter her once more, to fuck her thoroughly for the demonstration and to release into her unprotected pussy with reckless abandon. Just so, he chose freely to love his daughter completely and to the new extents of their relationship.

As is the nature of dreams, he understood so little about what might happen as a result of them. What if he'd imagined the world would end? What if he'd imagined that he won a million dollars? What if he'd imagined that Mia rejected him instead of that warm, welcoming look she kept casting in his direction on the ride home?

His quiet musings were interrupted by a hand on his leg. It would be a good long while before a display of affection like that from his daughter would feel normal. Mike looked over at her and saw how much she appreciated his compliments. Mia so plainly loved him and, like him, loved that they were now joined by the forbidden act of incest.

"I know we are not supposed to, and I know I'm young daddy..." Mia started, "but I'm glad I didn't take that pill."

There was a heavy silence after she spoke, while Mike and his daughter considered what her words meant. Could she really want that? Why did Mike not immediately take steps to halt risk that his little girl could be on her way to pregnancy at that very moment?

He spoke his feelings quietly, "I am too sweetie."

"You are?" Mia asked, almost in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. But honey, I care about you - about whether you know what it would mean if we keep having sex without protection."

Mia beamed brightly again, obviously happy that her dad was planning on continuing their forbidden relationship.

"Of course I do daddy," Mia said, smiling innocently, speaking softly, "...it means you could get me pregnant."

To hear her say that... God... it was something Mike's ears almost refused to receive. And it excited him greatly. That was the most shocking part; imagining his pretty teenager sitting next to him with a swollen belly by his own doing. Mike wondered, alarmed whether that excitement was a result of his dreams or if it was something he'd simply never allowed himself to consider before now. Likewise, what was making Mia so willing to risk pregnancy by her father? If not for his own incestuous fantasies, would Mia really feel the way she did now?

It was so unbelievable, so forbidden and almost everyone he knew would say that what they were doing was insane and wrong. Still, he couldn't deny feeling that the possibility of Mia being pregnant was wonderful.

"You'd want that sweetie? It would mean a lot of things in our lives would change. We'd have to... go away together, you'd be able to finish high school, but we'd have to move after that, and there'd be a lot to figure out."

Mia gently placed her hand over her father's.

"As long as you're with me daddy and you want to, I would... I do want that."

They had arrived home by then and Mike pulled into the garage with a great many thoughts bouncing around in his brain. He troubled himself that Mia might not be acting of her own volition, and felt guilty that she could be merely playing her part in his dreams.

She looked so darn pleased and excited next to him though. He struggled to think of a time that Mia seemed happier than she was now. While guilt lingered, Mike also desired to keep that big smile on his daughter's face. He desired a lot more than that from her as well, and swiftly scooped her young frame from the passenger seat, flipping her around until she straddled him as the garage door closed behind them.

They kissed immediately, Mike's hands gripping his beautiful daughter's waist and feeling her instinctively grind her hips atop him. As his hands roamed, their kiss became hungrier, tongues dancing and Mia pressing against him to feel his warmth and lust for her. With Mia's perfect little body in his lap and hands upon her firm young tits, Mike was tempted to fuck her again right there in the car.

Mia broke their kiss, overwhelmed and needing to catch her breath.

"Honey, we need to be really careful now. I know your class at school knows, but I haven't told your mother and I'm guessing those 'rules' you were talking about don't extend to us having sex outside the classroom."

Mia humphed her disappointment, but seemed to understand, "I knooow daaaddd, I just don't want to is all. I've been thinking about you fucking me like every minute for the last few days."

Mike laughed. He understood her feelings completely. "Me too sweetie, but promise you'll be discreet for me? No doing anything inappropriate when your mother or brother are around."

"Yesss daaaaddyyy!" she sang, grinding in his hips once more before quickly opening the door and hopping out.

Mike wasn't necessarily done with her just that second, but Mia only gave him a quick, naughty smirk over her shoulder and showed him a glimpse of her wonderful little butt before hopping toward the door and back into the house. Mike needed a moment to calm down so he didn't walk through the door erection first.

As he'd feared, as they'd both feared, Mia's brother and mom were nearby for the remainder of the day. Mike had no idea whether in his dreams he'd told his wife, Jessie, about the demonstration he and Mia were asked to put on at school. She didn't ask, so he definitely didn't offer up the information himself. All day, however, Mike found himself glancing lovingly and lustfully at his teenage daughter. He'd always had a healthy sexual appetite (one his wife mostly made fun of rather than took seriously) but with Mia, Mike felt like he could have gone at it ten times that day.

He fell asleep thinking of her, thinking of what they'd done and about the very real possibility that Mia could have gotten pregnant throughout the course of the day as his spunk from two days in a row fought its way deep inside her. He worried... worried what was happening to him, and whether he'd have a dream that took him on some wild and shocking ride the following day.

When he awoke... there was nothing.

No dreams came to mind...or maybe they did, maybe he was confusing things. Anything he could recall was unremarkable...ordinary. It hurt his brain to try to force his memory, so Mike gave up trying. He was actually relieved not to awake to another crazy day of dangerous incest and the cries of his young daughter as they engaged in it - well... mostly relieved. No morning wood greeted him as he stumbled into the bathroom sleepily at least.

Mike guessed that that happened sometimes. More often than not, really, Mike awoke not having dreamt about anything worth mentioning the night before.

When he got down to breakfast, Mia smiled sweetly at him, but her brother was already at the table and that stayed any chance of him bending Billy's little sister over the kitchen counter as he immediately desired to do.

Trying to follow his own advice, Mike did his best not to let on that anything was going on between him and Mia. With the young brunette wearing a remarkably loose tank-top that allowed a tantalizing peek at her breasts every time she turned to the side, avoiding his lust wasn't quite easy. Once she caught him staring as she stood at the kitchen sink rinsing out her bowl, but if it excited her, Mia let on nothing - just like he'd cautioned. 'Good girl,' thought Mike, somewhat regrettably.

Mike departed for work before anything else could occur between him and his pretty eighteen-year-old. It was probably smart to let things cool down a little after an exciting couple of days, but that didn't stop Mike from thinking about her frequently throughout the day.

After lunch, he spent time perusing forums online about forbidden relationships and how other couples had made it work. He looked up the likelihood of pregnancy with unprotected sex at Mia's young age. Mike even searched for some places he might go with Mia if there came a time when they needed to run away together.

He got some ideas, but ultimately decided not to be too hasty. FIRST, he would need to figure out what the hell was going on with his dreams. As he expected, the results weren't immediate. Apparently, not a lot of people online had developed some kind of powers after a car accident and subsequently had sex with their own daughters... strange.

But after a while, he did start finding things that could help. "Dream doctors' or so many had coined themselves, existed and published online and claimed to believe that dreams truly affect people in their waking hours. From their descriptions, most used wishy-washy language to convince people into paying for "dream-counseling" at some inevitably unreasonable rate. Most of them seemed to be more like fortune-tellers and witch-doctors than anything else.

He did find one such 'doctor,' a woman in Portland, Oregon who claimed to have truly documented instances of her patient's dreams directly impacting their lives. She cautioned about bad dreams and how they could lead to bad fortune in real life and also asserted that she could provide both medicine and psychological exercises to influence the mind while asleep. Of all the material he'd come across that day on the internet, Mike felt compelled to contact her and tell her (some of) what was going on in his life. Unfortunately, her office was closed when he called around the end of the workday, so Mike left a message and went home.

Upon arriving home, Mike found Mia and Billy mulling about the house. He caught up with his young daughter in the kitchen, and immediately admired the short skirt he would have otherwise chastised her for wearing to school. After their demonstration in front of Mia's class a few days before, Mike was relieved by the feeling that most boys likely knew now whom Mia belonged to.

"Hi Dad, how was work?" Mia asked, giving little indication that she had been thinking of him the way Mike had of her all day.

"Good honey - long day... lots of research," Mike said, hoping to imply a little of what they'd talked about in the car the day before.

As Mia approached him and gave him a hug, Mike relished the opportunity to have her in his arms once more. He held her close, feeling her youthful frame against him and immediately allowing his brain to stray to less fatherly thoughts of perhaps lifting her up and carrying her to her bedroom upstairs.

Instead, Mike settled for letting his hands slide slowly down his teenager's sides, holding her for longer than he should have if anyone had been looking. He felt her take a deep breath and relax against him, probably feeling the same stress-relief that holding her like that was allowing him. Mike even let his hands slide down to Mia's backside, gently cupping just below the curve of her perky little ass with only the skirt between his hands' gentle squeezing of her tight, round cheeks.

Mia tensed a little, and Mike figured she was probably just being careful as he should have been in that moment. When she slid out of his arms a second later, he saw only a quick glance his way that once again kept him in the dark.

If Mia was trying to torture him with her lack of affection, she was doing a damned good job. She'd likely gotten that from her mother, who had very early on discovered how she could string him along until he was up to his eyeballs in desire for her.

Later that night, Mia rebuffed him yet again by sitting on a chair across the family room from him while the family was watching TV together. He knew that she was just being smart, that neither Mike nor Mia would likely be able to control themselves fully if they lay together under a blanket, but that didn't prevent him imagining it. Mike even tried staring in her direction, his eyes full of implication when they met Mia's. And STILL, Mia only smiled sweetly at him a few times before they all retired for bed.

Mike debated as he fell asleep whether he should visit his teasing daughter that night when he heard his wife's breathing indicate that she'd fallen asleep. Instead, he savored the day's reprieve and drifted off to sleep satisfied that despite all of the unbelievable occurrences that week, everything seemed to be under control.

The next morning, Mike was actually a bit disappointed to recall only a relatively unremarkable dream of his business partner telling him about a new development opportunity that day at work. While he was hopeful that the dream would come through, Mike would have much rather he'd dreamed of Mia hopping up on his lap at breakfast, regardless of his son or wife's presence, and bouncing on him while he was snugly inside her until they both came.

He knew immediately that his hopes were dashed when Mike got only a kiss on the cheek from Mia as she left for school. She did lean into him as he pulled her to him, and lingered just a second as he held her and felt the arch of her back and her breasts pressing into him, but then she was gone and Mike was once again left wanting. It was going to be harder than he imagined to cope with his unlocked desire for Mia, and he actually admired his daughter for her ability to do so herself.

After confirming that his dreams were still coming true with a visit to his partners office that morning, Mike spent a bit more time on the internet deliberating about a visit to the woman in Portland, Oregon he hoped could help him understand the mysterious new subconscious ability that had been thrust upon him. Ultimately, he booked two tickets in first class to visit her that weekend, one for Mia and one for himself.

By the time Mike arrived home that day, he was absolutely pining for time alone with his daughter. He found her standing in the kitchen, leaning on the island and watching a home remodeling show by herself - she probably wasn't interested in the sports commentary her brother was watching in the next room.

Mike chuckled when his daughter jumped as he walked up quietly behind her and put his hands on her hips. Not wanting to be too crude by simply thrusting his hips against her (though he considered it) Mike simply held her and his whole body praised the feeling of Mia in his hands after a long day.

"Oh... hi Daddy, you scared me," Mia said as she felt her father behind her.

His hands pressed into the soft skin of those two dimples just above her waist. Mike had admired them many times when he'd gotten a glimpse of them when Mia wore a swimsuit or she scampered across the hall in only her underwear. The taper from her round little butt to her waist and then up to those wonderful, perky breasts of hers just killed him sometimes.

As he kneaded his thumbs, Mia let out a little sigh and slumped forward onto the counter to support her weight. She spoke softly:

"Daddy, mnhhh... I don't think you sh..."

"It's okay sweetie, your brother is in the other room and he's not moving." Mike said to her, feeling his eighteen-year-old's body reacting to his touch with tiny gyrations of her hips.

"Hey guess what honey?" Mike asked.

Mia replied breathily, leaning forward further onto the table. "What daddy?"

"I've got two plane tickets for us tomorrow after school to go on a trip. I'll tell your mother it's for business and I thought you might like to tag along."

"Ummm.., okay," Mia said tentatively, "I was gonna go shopping with Alexa this weekend but I guess it can wait."

Mike wanted badly to push his pelvis right against Mia, but was waiting for her to reciprocate so as not to be too forceful with her.

"Soooo...nghh... where are we going dad and what are we ACTUALLY doing...?" Mia asked, her voice betraying that she was enjoying her father's touch regardless of hard she must have been working not to push back and wiggle her little ass against him, or more.

Mike hesitated. He had thought of what he'd tell his wife to excuse the sudden trip, but not his daughter. He'd almost forgotten that as of yet she had no idea that the incredibly forbidden acts they'd engaged in had all begun in his head.

"Well, there's someone there who I need to meet with for help on a little problem I've been having recently." Mike said, being intentionally vague. Mia was quiet for a moment after he spoke, but she seemed content to let her father say so little.




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 03



"And what will we do there..." Mike inched forward just a bit, but it was enough to make pretty obvious contact between Mia's backside and the bulge in the front of her father's pants. "I guess we'll just have some alone time...finally."

As Mike's hips touched his beautiful daughter from behind, he felt her body tense again, which was somewhat unexpected. Maybe she, like him, was still quite unaccustomed to their new relationship. Mia opened her mouth to say something once she'd felt her father making the very precarious contact, but was immediately held up.

"Hey pop, you gotta see this play!" Called out Billy from the next room.

Mike gave his daughter one more quick squeeze, rewarding him with another adorable sound before he kissed her cheek and headed into the other room to humor his son. It was good timing too, because any more time with Mia and he would have had to wait for his erection to deflate.

And yet again, that was the last chance Mike got to have any interaction with his daughter beyond only the most ordinary of exchanges that night. This time, however, it was Mia who stole glances more often at her father, though she diverted her eyes rather quickly when he met them.

By the time everyone had retired to their bedrooms, Mike had successfully convinced his wife that the new business opportunity he'd learned of that day required him to travel to Portland that weekend to glad-hand the potential investment partner - Mia would come with him for fun since his status with the airline allowed him to add a passenger for free.

It was the anticipation of spending the weekend alone with Mia that kept Mike from falling asleep that night. He recalled her sitting there at dinner, her big green eyes catching his every so often and smooth, tan legs folded indian-style beneath her. He imagined how nice it would be to lie in bed with the morning sun shining on them until they awoke and shared a slow, sleepy fuck. Mike couldn't wait to be inside his little girl once more after a few days of unbearable absence.

In fact, he couldn't wait at all.

After lying awake for an untold amount of time, Mike knew he wasn't going to get any sleep until he paid a visit to his daughter in her room. As quietly as he could, Mike slid out of bed and only exited the room when he was sure his wife was slumbering uninterrupted.

His heart thumped as he approached Mia's room down the hall. Fortunately, it didn't share a wall with either of the two bedrooms that housed her mom and brother - Mike thought that would be helpful if Mia got vocal like she had before.

Given how well she'd respected his wishes to remain discreet while there was risk of being discovered, Mike suspected that his daughter might protest. He'd simply assure her that it would be okay 'just this once.'

Years ago, Mia used to bat her tired eyes at her father when he tucked her into bed. She'd ask "will you rub my back daddy," and Mike would cave in an instant. He'd rub her shoulders and neck and play little games, causing her to giggle until she was so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open any more.

It wasn't SO long ago, but Mia had grown into a much different girl since the last time she pleaded for her father to caress her to sleep. Mike thought it would be a nice surprise to reinstate the tradition now that both he and she might appreciate it in an altogether different way.

When Mike entered the room he was treated to the sight of his perfect little teenager lying asleep on her bed. She must have fallen asleep before turning her lamp out, for it lit her wonderful frame just right. She wore a cute pair of undies that he'd seen before - red cotton with lines of white trim. She had a simple and comfortable white bra on top and lay face down on the bed with a sheet haphazardly thrown over her.

Mike approached gingerly, not wanting to startle her awake. Sitting down on the bed with equal care, he observed the peaceful look on her face before admiring her body. He wanted desperately to touch her, so he gently placed his hand on the middle of her back and held it there. Mia merely stirred and stayed asleep.

Next, Mike applied a bit more pressure like he had before in the kitchen and when he grew more confident, he added a second hand. As all of his fingers began to work in unison, Mia cooed drowsily. It took a moment, but eventually she must have felt the enjoyable pressure and spoke.

"Mnnhh...is that you daddy?" she asked.

"Yes little one, it's me," he said, just like he used to.

The words slid quietly out of Mia's mouth, "...feels good...you haven't done this in a long time dad."

"Because you haven't begged me to like you used to," Mike protested, pushing the sheet off her back to allow more access. His hands ventured around a little lower and then higher so he felt her bra straps on her back.

"That's because I'm not your little girl anymore," Mia said, still not opening her eyes.

"But you ARE still my little girl, sweetie, whether you like it or not," Mike chastised playfully, "besides, I think we're a little past that formality don't you?"

Mia didn't respond right away, except with another heart-warming moan. As Mike's fingers worked their magic on her, Mia squirmed around in bed, obviously enjoying her father's touch after a few days without it.

"I don't know what you mean daddy, but I guess it's okay...nghhh..."

Mike's hands ventured a good deal further than they used to. He thumbed around the lowest part of her back, and slid his fingers to her sides and the gentle bulge of her breasts pressed against the bed.

"You've been a little...handsy... lately daddy," Mia cooed as her father slowly moved to a better position to massage her from.

"I know... sorry Mia," Mike said regrettably, "I didn't follow my own rule, which is bad, but don't worry, everyone is asleep."

As he said it, Mike's fingers found his daughter's bra and quickly undid the clasp in the back. It sprung apart immediately, leaving the bare surface of her back free for him to touch and admire.

"Dad, I don't think you should do that..." Mia objected, though her body immediately responded when he put his hands upon her now bare back.

"It's okay sweetie, I'm letting up on my caution flag just for now."

Running his hands all the way up and down her back, Mike listened to his daughter's breath hasten. Pushing the straps of her bra off her shoulders, he tugged at the loosed bra until Mia wiggled back and forth on the bed and let it slip from underneath her. With his daughter topless on the bed, Mike couldn't help himself swinging a leg over his teenager to get a better position atop her.

His cock was getting harder, hard enough that Mia had to feel it. His fingers worked of their own volition, prying at the sides of her breasts and slipping beneath the waistband of her panties gently when they grazed it. Mia moaned more frequently and once he even felt her backside lift ever so slightly toward him. Still, her words resisted Mike's advances,

"Daddyy... mnnnhhh... you're being really naughty..." she cooed as Mike massaged the place above her hips that seemed to make her whole body writhe. Mia undoubtedly felt the added pressure on her backside as Mike's cock strained against his shorts.

"Don't you think you should stop now?" Mia asked quietly in tandem with another flex of her hips.

Being more daring as he felt his daughter's body respond to him, Mike chose not to say anything back to her and instead lowered his hands down directly atop her butt. His fingers squeezed each cheek almost immediately, and Mike heard his daughter take sharp inhale as he did so.

This was certainly no longer an innocent back-rub to lull Mia to sleep as they had done before. With Mia now topless, her father's member snugly pressing into the cleft of her ass, and his hands deliberately kneading the wonderful softness of it, there could be no mistaking that 'being naughty' was definitely what this evening rendezvous was about.

But Mia had to know that the moment she awoke to feel her father's hands on her. She had done a remarkable job of feigning normalcy between them over the last few days, and was doing so even now. Looking down at her, her small and beautiful body almost naked and writhing about beneath him and the way her eyes squinted as her father's hands worked over just the right spots... Mike had to push things further.

Scooting back to allow his hands access lower, Mike slowly slid his hands down over Mia's butt. Just at the bottom curve of each cheek, he pressed his thumbs inward, spreading her cheeks beneath her bottoms. He'd seen it before, and now was desperately imagining Mia's tiny pussy spreading ever so slightly too.

She flinched, surprised by the new and much more intimate contact. She once again looked like she was about to protest, but then her father's thumbs closed in and pressured her puffy little lips directly, with only the thin cotton underwear to stop them from doing more.

Immediately, Mia moaned aloud, turning toward her pillow to stifle the sound. Mike could feel the heat and dampness through the fabric. He knew that despite Mia's words she was utterly aroused by what he was doing. She moaned again when his fingers repeated the motion, and louder when his fingers reached further to make contact with her clit.

"Daddy, you can't... you shouldn't...ohfuck..." Mia complained, moaning as her father's fingers worked her.

In a few seconds, her panties were darkening with her fluids. As her father's fingers pressed more meaningfully against her, Mia's ass pushed back - begging for more attention. But she still, somehow, kept up her protest.

"Dad... you have to stop...unhhhdadd... mom will hear... you'll be in trouble."

He heard her, but knew that his wife was dead asleep. Determined to continue, Mike rubbed small circles over his daughter's clit and used his other fingers to push gently against her opening. The sounds from his topless daughter were incredibly cute and thankfully quiet as she faced her pillow. They came frequently in spite of her reluctance. Her father couldn't stand waiting any longer. He could feel how ready Mia was for more, and there was no question that he was as well.

The stimulation abated for a moment as Mike shifted around behind his daughter. She likely needed a few seconds to simply catch her breath, because she didn't get a chance to look back until her father's shorts were tugged off and his fingers found the elastic band of her panties.

In an instant they were sliding downward, which Mike had hardly realized he'd done it until his daughter's bubbly, bare cheeks were fully revealed to him. Further beneath, he saw the real prize, and Mia's youthful little pussy was bare and glistening at him between the perfect cleft in her thighs.

Mia looked suddenly back as her panties came to rest around her thighs, "Wait, daddy, what are you..."

"Shhh... Mia, don't worry," Mike hushed her, "I'll be gentle sweetie, but I can't go so long without you after everything that's happened."

Mike's fingers once again found his teenager's opening, only this time without the barrier of her panties. If Mia was going to respond, she was quickly prevented from doing so when his manly fingers made contact with her clit.

"OhmyGoddd..." Mia whispered, "Daddy, wait...ohfuck..."

"That's it little one, it's okay, it's only us... just be as quiet as you can sweetie." Mike lulled.

Her backside moved rhythmically with the motion of his fingers, and her taut opening got even more slippery with each passing second. It would never cease to amaze her father how quickly Mia seemed ready to cum for him.

But that wouldn't be enough. Mike wanted to feel that indescribable sensation of his daughter's pussy milking him as it clamped down in one of her intense orgasms. It would be easy enough to simply direct his upright penis downward to where it needed to be. From the way Mia could barely breathe in between her adorable cries, she needed it inside her as well.

After a bit more attention to Mia's drenched pussy, Mike decided he couldn't wait anymore. He used one hand to bring his cock head in line with his baby's pussy. It took a second to realize what was happening, but as her father rubbed his tip up and down along her pursed little slit to wet it, she understood.

"Daddy...wait is that your pe...ohfuckk..." Mia tried to ask, startled by a gentle thrust from her father that threatened entry with something much bigger than one of his fingers.

"Oh my God... Dad... No..." Mia objected.

Her hands shot back to her butt and clamored to cover her pussy, to protect it from something that was unthinkably forbidden and illegal. Her fingers immediately came into contact with her father's cock and there was no mistaking what he was about to do.

Mike couldn't believe how modest his daughter was being, how diligently she'd followed his instructions despite the incredible desire for him she'd displayed only days ago, let alone in front of an entire group of her classmates.

Still, Mike had come too far tonight to stop, and Mia's efforts to deny him had him hungrier than ever. He grabbed her hands away and restrained them with one of his own on her lower back.

"Nooooo daddy," Mia cried as she was helpless to stop his next movement. Drunk with lust, it sounded more like Mia was begging him to continue.

With a solid push of his hips, Mike and Mia both felt his tip spread her pussy open until his cockhead was inserted definitively inside.

"Ohhhfuuuuuuuuckkkk..." Mia gasped. Again she turned her head toward the pillow and cried out as her father split her open.

With her legs held together by her panties, Mia was considerably more difficult to enter than Mike recalled. He felt her teenage quim making an honorable effort to squeeze him back outward, almost as if it knew his cock was forbidden to be there.

"Daddy you can't...you can't fuck me!" Mia managed, but to her father it only sounded like more gasping into her pillow.

Mike was not deterred. Holding his little girl's hands behind her in one of his and bracing himself on her lower back with the other, Mike pushed further inside.

Her eighteen-year-old pussy fought him the whole way, but with his weight behind it, Mike's cock slid almost all the way inside her. She was wetter than he'd ever felt her before, which was saying something. It seemed that Mia was most aroused by her resistance being overcome.

Mia howled into her pillow for the whole stroke, and her father couldn't help groaning himself as his cock was finally enveloped in his daughter's warmth.

So overwhelmed as she was by the sudden explosion of sensation when her father impaled her, Mia was unable to offer any words. Likewise, when he gripped her backside with both palms and began sliding back out of her, she was equally overcome.

Mike watched in utter amazement as his shaft slid inch by inch from within his daughter. He'd simply never believe it could fit inside her with how tiny and tight that young pussy of hers was. From the sounds of it, Mia would agree. She gasped for the whole retreat of his cock, only just able to catch her breath as his tip emerged from her dripping entrance, followed by an audible puff of air.

With relentless determination, Mike pushed back inside her for a second time, gripping her young cheeks as his cock disappeared inside her youthful womb. Mia squealed this time as he reached even further and prodded a place deep inside her and could go no further. HIs hips were warm against her soft ass and he leaned forward to cover her.

Mia's whole body seemed incapable of doing anything except to adjust to her father's sudden act of incest. She must have appreciated being smothered by her father while he fucked her, because her neck craned as he lay atop her.

"That's a good girl Mia," Mike whispered into his daughter's ear before nibbling at it. "I've wanted to do this every second since last time."

Withdrawing, Mike watched his little girl scrunch her face and try to focus enough through the intense sensations to speak.

"Daddy...ohmyy...ohhhhshit... I don't know what you mean," she said when his tip popped out and lingered once more at her resilient, pink entrance that was trying admirably to seal up after being stretched apart by Mike's size.

Mike listened as he slid inside for the third time, this time bottoming out and rotating his hips against his teenager's rump. It felt so incredible to be atop her while inserted securely between her closed thighs from behind. She fit beneath him like she was born to.

"Oh honey, I mean you've been holding out on me since Tuesday at your school."

With that, Mike made another thrust. He watched his daughter's eyes widen and felt her body flex beneath him as he filled her again. She must have been close to orgasm before from his fingers, and now it looked like after only a few thrusts into her, Mia was approaching it again.

"Fuckkk... your cock is so big...I can't...ohhhh owwww...it's too big daddy!" Mia cried out as her dad began to fuck her repeatedly. Mia's hands made their way backward until they were palming her own cheeks, spreading them as if to make it easier for her to take him in.

Mike kissed his baby on the side of the neck to calm her, "It's alright Mia," Mike said, slowing his thrusts to help her. "It just takes a little time to adjust; you've already done it twice before sweetie."

Mike held her body, stroking and caressing her soft skin and exploring the sides of Mia's breasts as he continued to rock his hips. She was shaking her head, perhaps to say that she did not believe him. Mike was amazed that his daughter was having so much trouble even after the third time they'd been together, yet still her body seemed helpless to fight off a coming orgasm.

"FUCKkkk... ohfuckk...daddyyyy..." Mia gasped as her dad braced himself once more and bounced his hips off her round little ass.

He pushed inside of her, forcing Mia against the bed perhaps only ten more thrusts before his helpless daughter grasped the sheets at her sides with both hands in intensely curled fists. She buried her head as deep into her pillow as it could go, and only her mane of beautiful brown hair remained.

"Ouhhhhhhhhdaaaaaaadddyyyyy..." she screamed, loud enough to worry him.

But Mike wasn't about to let up. He continued with short little thrusts as he remained securely buried in his baby girl. He held her and drove his hips while her body tensed and a torrent of his daughter's fluids seeped out around his invading member.

Remembering the demonstration in the classroom earlier that week, Mike slid out of Mia all in one motion and let the gush of her orgasm follow. He deliberately directed his tip to her clit, rubbing it there and feeling another flush of liquid from his daughter's pussy.

Mia's body bucked and she continued to howl into her pillow. Even in front of her class, he hadn't seen such a dramatic display of her orgasm. He hadn't thought it possible, but his young daughter was getting even more pleasure than either time before.

Mike once again placed his cock at his offspring's entrance and pushed inside in one quick stroke. Mia's body flexed against the bed and he had to push down on her lower back to keep her from throwing him off. Just as quickly as he'd pushed in, her father removed himself and was rewarded with a fresh spray of Mia's liquids against his cock and all over her sheets.

He did it again and was met with the same result, holding Mia in place as she shook and gasped indecipherably into her pillow. Mike might have kept going, for it was the most incredible orgasm he'd ever seen and he never wanted to stop watching his baby girl be overcome by it. However, Mia's hands shot backward, scrambling to find her father as she turned her head and begged:




Dreaming of Mia Ch. 03



"Please daddy...no more...I can't take anymore..." she gasped, finding his cock and wrapping her fingers around it to hold it off.

She could barely breathe in between words, and Mike relented. Later, Mia would tell him that she felt like she'd gone unconscious and was only brought back by the feeling of her father's penis inside her again.

Mia's pussy emitted one more little gush of clear liquid while Mike moved to lie on his side, still half draped over her while she quivered with quick little pants.

His cock hadn't deflated a bit, and it remained pressed persistently against Mia's quaking pussy, drenched by the orgasm of a young beauty that had flown through it only eighteen years prior. That fact could never cease to dumbfound Mike or his daughter, but the intensity of their coupling, like the intensity of Mia's orgasm, would assure their utter devotion.

After a few moments of gathering herself, Mia turned toward her father with a look of astonishment, exhaustion and love on her face. She had been resistant, even standoffish previously, but as she turned to meet his gaze, her mood was markedly different. She grabbed one of her father's hands, which had been tracing a swooping path up and down her naked back, and brought it to her own cheek, nuzzling against it and attempting to read her father's eyes. She seemed entirely overwhelmed, able to think of nothing but what she could see in front of her.

"I cannot believe you just made me cum like that daddy..." Mia whispered. Her cheeks were rosy and damp with sweat.

"You were beautiful as always little one," Mike praised her.

With Mia now facing him, he got the view of her that he loved the most: that beautiful face graced with freckles, her young, full breasts looking even better squeezed against the bed, and the toned tummy of hers leading down to the place he intended to return to shortly.

From the way it was now poking Mia just above her mound; Mike's penis clearly wasn't quite done. Mia looked down and her eyes widened once again. She reached between them and looked up as if she needed her father's permission to take it in her hand. He nodded and groaned as Mia wrapped her hand tentatively around his shaft.

"Oh my God Dad!" she marveled, "I can't even fit my fingers around it... and you had the whole thing inside me!"

She was stroking it ever so gently, causing her father to ache to finish what he'd started.

"Yes sweetie," Mike assured her, "all the way in."

Mike rolled over on top of his baby again, this time facing her. Mia simply let him turn her onto her back; he obviously didn't have the patience for anything else at that moment.

"I don't know why you're surprised sweetie," Mike said.

Mia watched him in wonder as he positioned himself between her legs and spread them apart. She even helped this time, directing his cock where she knew it belonged. Mike was once again prepared to fuck his little girl, this time so she could watch as he had.

"It's not like this is the first time Mia," Mike said, pushing forward as he spoke. Mia whined sweetly as her father's cock pried into her once more.

In their new position he got to see the look on his daughter's face as he entered her. Her mouth opened, her eyes squinted in adorable concentration, and Mike was once again overcome by his love for her. Looking down he watched her taut little pussy struggling to accept him as it always did, saw the surface of her skin bulge ever so slightly along his length, and he leaned back to get the awesome view of his naked teenager.

"Daddy..." she cooed - his favorite word from her mouth. He bottomed out again and winced as he felt her womb hugging his shaft.

"oooumphh...Daddy, you keep saying that..."

Mike pulled out as he spoke, "keep saying what sweetie?"

Again he pushed inside, "you keep saying we've done this before..."

Another thrust... Mike was trying to focus on his daughter's words.

"Ohhhgodd... daddyyy...we've never had sex before..."

As his penis sank into her again, Mia's words took considerably longer to reach her father. He retreated and thrust forth, watching his baby's body shudder. That couldn't be true. Mia must have mis-spoken.

"Daddy...ohfuck... you had an accident... you must be confused...oh fuck you're so big."

Mike reached down and grasped his daughter's hips for leverage. She immediately wrapped her fingers around his wrists to hold on to him. Whatever she was telling him, however unbelievable, he couldn't fathom stopping.

"We have sweetie, twice... and I'm going to cum inside you again soon."

Mia looked confused. She had seemed so sure that she was right, that this was the first time she had ever been fucked by her father. Now as he sunk into her fully, until Mia could feel her father's tip prodding against a spot deep within her, she didn't seem to know what to make of it.

Mike didn't either, but her body so obviously wanted him, it so perfectly accepted his sizable cock, and Mia's hips felt just right in her father's grasp.

"Wait daddy...mnhhhh" Mia cautioned, looking worried as she realized what he'd said, "you're not wearing a condom... you can't come inside me."

"I know you aren't on birth control honey...mnghhh... you've told me..." Mike said, starting to lose himself to the feeling of fucking his little girl.

Again Mia looked confused, and she too was having a very difficult time making sense of things with the feeling of having her father's huge cock inside her.

"Daddy... you're still going to cum in my pussy?

"Uh huh..." Mike replied, holding her, transfixed by the shuddering of his daughter's breasts as his hips clapped against her.

Mia was beginning to moan uncontrollably, and Mike had to hold a finger over her lips to quiet her. She saw below with disbelief where her father's shaft was somehow disappearing into her again and again. Her big eyes looked up at him nervously, knowing how risky it would be for her father to keep going but not showing any desire to stop him.

"Fuck daaad... if you really want to..." Mia cooed.

"Oh God Mia," Mike groaned, holding her tight and feeling Mia help drive his cock inside her with subtle rotating of her hips.

Mia's concerned look relented and showed a bit of excitement and pleasure. It reminded him of the mischievous grin she'd given him in the kitchen their first time - when she'd told him 'how easily she could get pregnant' just before he'd come inside her.

Mike was utterly confused about what was going on, but resolved to give his daughter what they both wanted.

"Okay daddy...mnhhhh..." she said, biting her lip, "cum in me..."

Hearing her say that was more than enough to send Mike over the edge. He forced into her just two more times before feeling it.

From deep within, Mike felt his entire body muster his orgasm. Mia saw it on his face even before she felt his cock swell inside her. All at once, he grunted and a warm gush of semen shot from his buried cock directly into his daughter's fertile womb. Mike mashed his hips against his sweet eighteen-year-old and her eyes went as wide as he'd ever seen as she felt her father ejaculating inside her.

If he hadn't already gotten his teenage daughter pregnant, Mike was trying his best to now. Days of pent-up sperm sprayed from within him. The second burst made Mia's whole body jump as she felt it.

Another rope entered her, seeming to reach even farther than the last. Thick, heated spunk coated her unprotected pussy and both father and daughter reveled in the forbidden intensity of it. Mia's mind and body buzzed as she realized that her own father's swimmers were now deep inside her, seeking determinedly to make her a mother - now at a time when she was most susceptible.

Mike could read it on her face as his cock throbbed its remaining, potent load. She really didn't believe that the two of them had ever done this before. She really didn't remember telling him that she would welcome becoming pregnant by him. For Mia, this was their first time together, and if that was true he likely had a lot of explaining to do.

His mind raced. What if the first time in the kitchen, the demonstration in front of her class had all been a figment of his imagination? It made a lot of sense - those things were so unlikely to occur. Playing out his selfish and incestuous desires by taking his daughter without her consent upon her bed seemed much more feasible.

Mike might have panicked, but then there was that smirk again. After finally coming down from his orgasm, he saw Mia's smile with which he was now all too familiar.

He'd seen it the first time in the kitchen when Mia had taunted him about how "daddies weren't supposed to cum inside their daughters." He'd seen it again when he'd prevented her from taking the pill her teacher had given her to prevent her from getting pregnant. Even if she didn't have any memory of those two acts, she was clearly not upset with him as Mike might have expected.

For good measure, he mashed his hips against his little girl one last time to make sure he'd filled her up with everything he had. Mia winced, and then grimaced at him in admonition.

"Fuuuuck daaad..." Mia whined, "dooon't... that hurts."

When he was sure that there was nothing left to deposit in his daughter's womb, Mike looked down between them and Mia's eyes followed. He held the base of his cock as he slid it out, glancing up to see the adorable look of anticipation on his teenager's face.

Mia was obviously amazed to watch just how much of her father's big cock slid out inch by inch. Then the ridge of his head was revealed and still she couldn't believe it had fit into her. But the awe in Mia's eyes as his head was followed by an immediate gush of pearly white semen was beautiful as always. Mike realized that to Mia, this might have once again been the first time he'd cum inside her, the first time she'd been tempting fate with the lack of protection and sheer volume of her father's orgasm.

Her mouth was agape as it continued to flow out of her, as a stream of sperm made its way out of her and down onto her messy sheets. It was a sight that would floor him until the day he died: his own beautiful daughter naked, slightly sweaty from the experience and so filled with her father's cum that it coated her opening and oozed out of her to the bed.

"Daddy, that's a lot of cum." Mia observed, eyebrows raised.

"I know sweetie, I told you I've needed to do that for a few days."

"I don't understand what is going on daddy, I know you think we've had sex before, but tonight was our first time." Mia argued.

"Baby, I'm telling you," Mike retorted, flopping down next to her on the bed, "We've had sex before, otherwise wouldn't that have been your first time ever? Wouldn't that have hurt a lot more?"

Mia didn't seem to have an answer for that, but she still didn't seem convinced.

"Yes that was my first time... wait...I don't know daddy. But I think I would know if you had fucked me before. Your cock is like... really huge."

With that, Mia reached down again and took her dad's penis in her hand. It was softening, but not entirely. She played with him, stroking up and down with their combined fluids and giggling when touching his head made her father wince.

Mike laid his head back, trying to figure out how his daughter could somehow not have remembered having sex with him. Her first time had been difficult; then, he had most definitely taken her virginity. That was enough to give Mike reasonable suspicion that things had happened as he thought and Mia was mistaken. Had he dreamed somehow that she didn't remember; that she didn't believe it had ever happened? How did this damned dreaming thing work?

The thought that he had just fucked his baby girl without her consent irked him. He should have felt guilty, but then... looking at the satisfaction on her face as she played with his cock... maybe he needn't worry.

Even if his dreams had erased Mia's memory of their first two times together, of the demonstration they'd put on in front of her high school class, she seemed content enough now to be laying there full of her father's spunk with his cock in her hand.

How could he explain all of this to her? Need he worry that Mia would feel manipulated, or that she would even believe him at all? Mike had to establish some proof that this was not their first time. 'That's it,' he thought.

"Okay Mia, I have an idea."

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...Something something...Napoleonic Wars... something something... French Revolution...

Mia could hardly stand sitting through another minute of history class. She had watched the clock all day, waiting for the final bell so she could run as fast as possible out to where her dad was picking her up. Now all that was standing between her and a weekend away with her dad was twenty two minutes and forty seconds of European history.

'How could dad possibly expect me to pay attention today,' Mia thought, drumming her fingers on the desk impatiently. Her father had insisted she go to school today since the flight to Portland wasn't until that evening.

"But daaaaad..." Mia had whined, "I don't want to. What if I said maybe I'd LET you have sex with me again."

Her father's frown showed he was undeterred.

"Well... what if I said I'd tell mom HOW you tucked me in last night?"

That got his attention.

"That you were giving me a massage and your big cock just ACCIDENTALLY found its way into my pussy?"

Mia did her best to look resolute, "Or even, that you must have ACCIDENTALLY gotten carried away and shot all of this sticky sperm inside me when you knew I wasn't on birth control!"

By the time Mia finished that sentence, she cracked a smile, and her dad did too.

"Ughhhhh..." Mia groaned, stamping her feet on the ground in a mock-tantrum. "Fine dad, but you owe me!"

Mia's face showed that she meant that in a rather mischievous way. For a girl who was just now accepting that she'd committed incest with her own father, she was taking it remarkably well. Perhaps she hadn't agreed to it at first, but at some point during the 'massage' Mia had willingly submitted to her dad.

That's partly what Mia had been thinking about all day. She was still very much confused about how her dad could believe that last night wasn't their first time, because it was to Mia. Yet, the addled teenager couldn't help but admit that thinking about how it felt to have him inside her aroused her so much she wanted to scream in the middle of her class.

When she'd felt her dad taking off her panties, Mia had known exactly what was about to happen even if she didn't react. She could have easily resisted him, or at least protested enough to keep from feeling his large head stretch her open and push into where she damn well knew was forbidden.

He may have been wrong about their past, but Mike wasn't wrong about his daughter being a willing participant. She'd imagined something happening between them before, though she never would have dreamed to speak it until now. Even the warm, life-giving cum he'd filled her with was welcome. Perhaps she hadn't imagined that part, but playing a wife and mother with her wonderful daddy had maybe crossed her mind a few times as a girl.

And that was what kept Mia's heart racing most that Friday afternoon. Her dad told her he would explain as much as he could to her on the plane, and that he was stopping at the store to buy something that could prove to her he wasn't making it all up:

A pregnancy test.

Was it possible? What if he wasn't just confused because of something that had happened in the car accident... what if they'd really had sex already and Mia was about to take the test and find out that she was...

It was unthinkable. It would be so bad... so wrong of them. And despite knowing that, Mia couldn't hold back the excitement.

So many things would change...so many... They definitely couldn't stay here - her mom would FREAK! Mom got protective if she got an inkling that Mia had even kissed a boy. What would she say if she found out that she and her dad were having sex...with no condom... no pill...? 'Ohmygod' Mia repeated in her head.

Once again, Mia felt herself getting warm and wet between her thighs. Come to think of it, she couldn't think of a moment that day she hadn't felt that familiar tingling. Mia had done her best to clean up in the morning, wiping away the spunk that matted her pussy and knowing that plenty remained inside. The fact that she was walking around school with her own father's sperm in her womb made Mia feel like the naughtiest, sexiest girl in the world.

God she couldn't stand it; she wanted to know so bad. If having her dad somewhat force himself upon her turned Mia on, the thought that he'd somehow gotten her pregnant without her knowing it overwhelmed her even more.

"I know that we're probably early to take one of those tests Mia, but... I just have this feeling." her father had said.

FINALLY the bell rang. Her last class of the day had taken by far the longest. It might have been less than a minute it took Mia to get from her desk to the school's doors. She made a bee-line for the parking lot and sure enough, her dad was standing against his car like the high-school stud about to greet his knockout girlfriend.

Mia was certainly deserving of such a title. Her father would likely not have approved of her outfit, except now he knew she wore it specifically for him: a gray tank-style top with buttons all the way up the front. She liked it because it almost looked like the buttons wanted to simply burst open at any time. It made her boobs look bigger, or so Mia thought. From the wide-eyed gaze he gave her as she approached, Mia's dad seemed to agree. Below the 6-inches or so of her tummy the shirt left bare, Mia wore a wonderfully hugging pair of white, denim shorts. They too had buttons from top to bottom, not that there was much of them to hold together.

Her father's hungry eyes told her he would have liked to grab both pieces of clothing and rip them open so the buttons clanked off the hood of his car before she was quickly bent over it. Mia might have let him, too.

Her desire was borderline frightening. Strangely, it didn't really feel like last night was the first time Mia had been allowed to hunger for something so unspeakable as being with her dad. As she leapt into his arms, Mia smothered her father very much like a high school girlfriend might her summer love.

Her father looked around nervously, drawing a big smile from his entangled daughter. When Mia's feet touched the ground, she looked up at her dad amorously.

"I've been thinking about you all day dad. Why oh why did you make me go to school?!"

Mike smiled back, content that nobody nearby seemed to notice them, "Well honey, if we're going to do 'this'..." Mike said, gesturing to the two of them, "we probably shouldn't start by getting anyone's attention, like your mother's or the school's."

Mike still had no idea what to make of the fact that he'd fucked his little girl in front of her Sex-Ed class days ago. Did that still happen? Would kids in her class remember? God, this was confusing and Mike had yet to reveal the specifics to Mia, fearing he'd overwhelm her with information.

Mia and her father chatted excitedly the whole way to the airport. In a way, it felt to her father like he was once again winning over Mia's affection, and it was happening quickly. He was anxious to pry the specialist in Portland for answers. What was going on with his dreams? Could she help him get things under control? Had any of the things with Mia actually happened? Had they been somehow erased by a dream that he and his beautiful daughter were once again living a normal life? Why did it seem as if a part of Mia, a subconscious part, perhaps knew that her father wasn't lying about having been with her before? Was that why she was now smiling at him in the passenger seat - similar to the way she had on the way home from school after their public display of incest?