Fictional story all characters are over the age of 18 and incest fictional story
After a demanding and tiring week at work, Simon decided to unwind at the local pub with a few of his friends. This was a common occurrence, and he and his wife, Samantha, took turns going out while the other stayed home to keep an eye on their 18-year-old daughter, Lily.
Simon didn’t usually overindulge, but this time he had a bit too much to drink. Stumbling his way to the door, he dropped his keys twice before finally managing to unlock it. “Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, steadying himself against the door to keep from falling over.
Slowly, he made his way up the stairs and headed towards his bedroom, which was the second door on the right. In his inebriated state, however, he miscounted and entered the third door, which belonged to his daughter Lily.
Gently opening the door, Simon saw the shape of who he thought was his wife lying in the middle of a double bed. He walked slowly to his side of the bed, bumping into a table that he was sure hadn’t been there before.
“Why does she always have to rearrange everything when I’m out?” he mumbled to himself. He felt for his pajamas under the pillow but came up empty-handed. He didn’t want to make too much noise by opening the drawers, so he decided to climb into bed naked.
Lily and Samantha had a girls’ night in, complete with a bottle and a half of wine. Lily had nearly a whole bottle to herself and was feeling quite tipsy as she drifted off to sleep. As she did, she was gently grinding her hips into the bed, hoping for a naughty dream.
As Simon slipped into bed, he wrapped his arm around the girl lying there. From behind, it was difficult to tell the two women apart, both having long brown hair and similar figures. In the darkness and the blurring of his vision from the alcohol, Simon assumed it was his wife and not his daughter he was spooning.
His hand slid down her side and reached around her waist as she stirred. He pulled his crotch against her bum, and the girl, still lost in her dreams, gently pushed her hips back against him. His cock slid along the groove of her ass and instantly began to harden.
“Mmmmm yeah, you want that, baby, do you?” Simon whispered, thinking that his wife, Samantha, had woken up. He reached around and slid his hand between her thighs, gently pulling them apart. His other arm slid under her neck, and he slipped his hand down her silk nightdress.
As his hand slid over her breast, he could feel her stirring. He gently began to massage her, slowly sliding his fingers in circular motions before tweaking her nipples. Lily’s breasts felt different from Samantha’s, but in his drunken state, Simon didn’t notice.
Simon began grinding his cock against her ass, and his hand slid into her panties, finding her already wet. Lily had been dreaming about her boyfriend, but as she woke up, she assumed she was still dreaming and didn’t want to change a thing.
Sophie reached up and took his hand that was on her breast, making him squeeze her harder. She pushed his other hand further into her pussy, gasping as two fingers slid inside her wet folds.
Simon, still thinking he was with his wife, pulled out his fingers and slid his hard cock under her ass, slipping it inside her. Holding her close, he began to pump her slowly, feeling her velvety walls against his shaft. “Oh, baby,” he moaned.
Lily’s breath hitched as she felt the thick, hard length of her father’s cock slide into her tight, wet pussy. Her mind was still foggy from sleep and the alcohol, but the sensation was so intense, so real, that it sent shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, arching her back slightly to press herself harder against him. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his thrusts as he filled her completely.
Simon groaned into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “God, you feel so good tonight,” he whispered huskily, his voice rough with desire. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her slick channel with ease. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic slapping that only heightened their arousal.
Lily’s fingers dug into the sheets as she bit her lip to stifle another moan. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from Simon as he buried himself deeper.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Take all of me.”
His hand slid up her body to cup one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightdress. He squeezed gently before pinching her nipple between his fingers, making Lily gasp and squirm beneath him. The combination of sensations was overwhelming—his cock filling her completely while his fingers teased her sensitive flesh—and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge with each passing moment.
Simon’s thrusts became more erratic as he felt his own climax approaching. He leaned down to kiss along Lily’s neck and shoulder while continuing to pump into her relentlessly. “I’m gonna cum inside you, ah fuck going fill you up bad,” he murmured against her skin before biting down gently on the curve where neck met shoulder.
He gave her a few more slams and then, Simon’s thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm as he neared his climax. He buried himself deep inside her one last time before his cock pulsed violently, releasing thick ropes of cum into her tight channel. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he emptied himself into her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.
Lily gasped as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, triggering her own climax. Her pussy clenched around him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She arched her back against him, pressing herself even closer as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Simon collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He reached out to pull Lily closer to him and fell asleep.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Simon stirred first, his head pounding from the remnants of last night’s alcohol. He groaned softly, his arm still draped over Lily’s waist. His fingers twitched against her bare skin as he slowly began to wake up.
Lily shifted beside him, her body warm and pliant against his. She let out a soft sigh, her mind still hazy from sleep and the lingering effects of the wine. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision.
As awareness crept in, Lily froze. The weight of Simon’s arm around her waist felt foreign yet familiar at the same time. Her heart raced as memories from last night flooded back—his hands on her body, his cock inside her, the way he had whispered in her ear…
Her breath hitched as she turned her head slightly to look at him. Simon’s face was relaxed in sleep, his features softened by the early morning light. She could feel his steady breathing against her back, and for a moment, she allowed herself to savor the warmth of his body pressed against hers.
But reality quickly set in. This wasn’t just some random guy; this was her father. Panic surged through her veins as she realized what had happened between them last night.
“Dad?” Lily whispered hesitantly, unsure if he was awake yet.
Simon stirred again at the sound of her voice but didn’t immediately respond. He nuzzled closer to her neck before finally opening his eyes groggily.
“Morning,” he murmured sleepily before pressing a kiss to Lily’s shoulder without thinking twice about it—a habit formed over years with Samantha.
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks: that wasn’t Samantha lying next to him; it was Lily! His eyes snapped wide open as he jerked away from her abruptly.
“Oh my God!” Simon exclaimed hoarsely while scrambling off the bed completely naked except for an expression full-on horror etched across every feature possible right now!
Lily sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to her chest, her heart pounding. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and something else she couldn’t quite place—something that made her cheeks flush even hotter. She stared at Simon, who was now standing awkwardly by the bed, his face pale and his hands trembling as he tried to cover himself.
“Dad… what… what happened last night?” she asked softly, her voice trembling. Her wide eyes searched his face for answers, but all she saw was shock and regret.
Simon ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, his breath coming in short bursts. He couldn’t meet her gaze. “Lily… I… I thought you were your mother,” he stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I came home drunk, and I must have gone into the wrong room. I didn’t realize it was you until just now. Oh God, Lily… I’m so sorry.”
His voice broke as he sank to the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have been drinking like that. I should have known better…”
Lily watched him for a moment, her chest tightening as she saw how broken he looked. She could feel the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a physical force. Slowly, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Dad…” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it was me. But in fairness I thought it was a dream.”
“Dad,” she whispered urgently, her voice trembling but firm. “You need to get dressed. Now. And you need to leave my room before Mom sees you.”
Simon blinked, his face pale and his hands shaking as he scrambled to find his clothes. He grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor and pulled it on hastily, his movements clumsy and frantic. His pants were crumpled near the foot of the bed, and he yanked them up without bothering to button them properly.
“Lily, I—” he started, his voice thick with guilt and shame.
“Not now,” she interrupted sharply, her eyes darting toward the door again. She felt her pussy all sticky, “Oh and thanks for last night even though it was accident. I wont tell anyone.”
Simon’s hands fumbled as he tried to button his pants, his fingers trembling so badly that he could barely manage the task. His mind was a chaotic mess of guilt, confusion, and lingering arousal—though the latter made him feel even more ashamed. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He couldn’t believe he had let it happen.
Lily sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her body. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes darted nervously toward the door every few seconds. She could hear faint noises from downstairs—the clinking of dishes, the hum of the coffee machine. Her mother was already up.
“Hurry,” Lily whispered urgently, her voice barely audible but laced with panic. “She’s going to come upstairs any minute.”
Simon nodded mutely, his throat too tight to speak. He grabbed his shirt from where it had been tossed onto the floor and pulled it over his head, not bothering to tuck it in. His socks were missing—probably still somewhere near Lily’s bed—but there was no time to look for them now.
As he reached for his shoes, which were haphazardly kicked off near the door last night, Lily suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he froze, staring at her with wide eyes.
“Dad,” she said softly, her voice trembling but firm. “You can’t act weird today. You have to pretend like nothing happened.”
Simon swallowed hard and nodded again. “I… I know,” he managed to croak out.
Lily hesitated for a moment before letting go of his arm and stepping back. She looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively.
Simon took one last glance at her before slipping out of the room as quietly as possible. The hallway was empty for now—thank God—and he hurried toward his own bedroom just down the hall.
Once inside their shared bedroom Simon closed door behind him quietly then leaned against it heavily while trying catch breath after such close call earlier moments ago when almost got caught red-handed by Samantha who thankfully hadn’t noticed anything unusual yet since she seemed preoccupied making breakfast downstairs instead…