This week, I’ve been in contact with a father who has a beautiful story to share. His name is Gabriel and his beautiful daughter’s name is Maya. We don’t get a lot of father daughter confessions, so I was very pleased to get the nod to post this one on ins-dream.com. ********************************************************************************** When I was 39 years old, my wife devastated me with divorce papers out of the blue. Things weren’t great between us, but I never thought it would end in divorce. To make matters worse, her father bank-rolled her legal attack on me, so I ended up losing everything. It was hard enough having to start over with worldly possession and a place to live, but the hardest part was only being allowed to see my 16 year old daughter one weekend every month. It took me six months to finally get back on my feet, so during that time I saw my daughter even less than the court had ordered. When I finally had a decent 2 bedroom apartment, I made sure my daughter’s room was fully furnished and ready for her first proper visit, and I couldn’t wait to have her with me for an entire weekend. Another problem the divorce caused was psychological. I wasn’t able to sleep properly anymore, that’s if I managed to even fall asleep, so I had powerful prescription sleeping tablets that knocked me out cold for a minimum of 6 hours when I took them. No matter what happened during those 6 hours, I was almost never able to wake up. Without those tablets, I became a zombie and got very ill. The first weekend that my daughter stayed with me was amazing. We had a lot of fun and she hated what my ex-wife did to me. When I had to drop her off at school on the Monday morning, we were both tearful, but grateful for the time we spent together. From that moment on, we always enjoyed every weekend she spent with me and felt closer and more appreciative of each other. We had gotten into a comfortable routine, but I always made sure that we did something different each time she visited. One Friday evening, my daughter made us dinner and made sure I took my meds. We watched a movie together and then I had to go to bed right after, as my sleeping tablet was kicking in. I had a wonderful night’s rest and woke up feeling rather horny, so I had to deal with the situation before I woke my daughter up for the fun I had planned for that day. My daughter was acting a little strange that morning, but after breakfast she was back to normal and we had a wonderful day. This became the standard when she visited and continued for another 4 months. One of the best weekends we had was the weekend after her 17th birthday. I went to see my therapist one day, as I did every month since my divorce, and I went in feeling positive for the first time. My therapist congratulated me on this victory and we discussed why I was feeling so much better. To cut a very long story short, I was basically returning to my normal self since I was finally able to put my divorce behind me and begin to look forward to the future again. I was doing pretty well again regarding work and finances, so those stressors were less of an issue too. My improving relationship with my daughter was also a huge factor in my recovery, so my therapist was quite happy with my progress. She recommended that I begin slowing my medication intake to see if I’d be able to cope with less serious antidepressants and sleeping tablets, so over the next few weeks we slowly adjusted my medication until I was only taking a mild antidepressant and very mild sleeping tablets which I only took every third night if I couldn’t sleep a night or two before that. By the time my daughter came to spend the weekend with me again, I hadn’t taken a sleeping tablet for three days in a row and didn’t feel the need to for that Friday night either. When we eventually did go to sleep that night, I fell asleep easily, feeling quite confident that I would sleep through the night. I did, however, wake up suddenly just after midnight. I realized that something I heard had woken me and not my subconscious like usual, so I immediately payed attention to try figure out what I had heard and where it was coming from. I was still laying in the same position as I was when I was asleep, so when I saw my daughter come into my room, I thought she might be sleep walking again like she did when she was little. I relaxed immediately and watched her move towards my bed in the dark. I was always told never to startle or try to wake a sleep walker, so I was quiet and didn’t move. When she climbed into my bed and lay down next to me, I thought she’d simply go to sleep there, so I remained still and enjoyed the thought that I made her feel safe enough to seek me out, even when she’s sleep walking. I couldn’t wait to tease her about it in the morning. I had my back to her when she was in my bed, so I couldn’t see her anymore. She was constantly squirming around and breathing quite heavy, which made me want to turn around to check on her. Just before I did, I heard an unmistakable groan come from her. I was completely shocked and froze in place while the realization that she was masturbating right next to me sank in. I knew now that she had probably done this before and was never concerned that I’d wake up, but this time I hadn’t taken any sleeping pill, so she was totally unaware that I was wide awake, felling every vibration and hearing every gasp. Then the bed moved again and I knew she was getting up onto her knees behind me. My heart was thumping and all I could think about was that I had to continue pretending to be asleep so that I wouldn’t embarrass her. Listening to her masturbate made my own body react. I felt bad about it, but my dick was starting to get hard and there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly she stopped masturbating and I felt her hand touch my hip. She began to pull me towards her, rolling me onto my back. It was too dark for either of us to see each other’s faces, but I watched her remove her thin, silk robe and I could just make out the lines of her naked body. She reached down to me again and shifted the blanket away. I knew she was about to do something that shouldn’t happen, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. All I cared about was not embarrassing her and making her feel too uncomfortable to visit me again. Without any hesitation, she reached forward and grabbed my dick through the silky cloth of my boxers. I couldn’t believe that my own daughter was touching me like that and it was impossible to stop my dick from getting harder. Maya (whispering): “That was quicker than usual.” Her quiet words confirmed that she’d done this before, but I didn’t know how to handle the situation, so I just lay there and watched her. Even in the darkness, I could see that her breasts were firm and her nipples erect. She squeezed one while her other hand continued fondling my dick. Her hand suddenly slipped into my boxers and I felt her soft hand grab my dick directly and she started jerking me off slowly. Her grunts and gasps told me that she was really enjoying the feeling of my dick in her hand, and I couldn’t help but enjoy how it felt for me too. Amazingly, I was now trying not to give myself away so that she wouldn’t stop. I thought it’s just a little inquisitive exploration, trying to convince myself that it was okay to continue. Her knees spread apart and she started masturbating again while she was touching me. I watched my daughter work herself to an orgasm while enjoying her attention. Watching her body shake and hearing her controlled groans gave me a lot of pleasure. When she was finally done climaxing, she leaned down and kissed my dick, right on the tip. Her lips lingered for a few seconds, giving my dick the longest, softest, most agonizing kiss it’s ever gotten. When she sat up again she licked her lips. Maya: “Huh. That’s not bad.” I knew right away that some pre-cum had made its way onto her lips and that she had just tasted it. I watched her look down at my dick in deep thought and the only thing I can imagine that she was thinking was about sucking it properly. I lay as still as possible, hoping that it would happen, but eventually she got off my bed, put her robe back on and went back to her room. I waited for at least an hour to make sure she would be asleep before I jerked off to relive myself of the horniest I have ever felt. At breakfast the following morning, I couldn’t help but see my daughter in a whole new way. She had always been my little princess, but now all I could see was what a beautiful woman she had become. She was still wearing her silk robe while she sat at the kitchen table, chatting with me and waiting for me to finish making breakfast, and I could tell that she had nothing underneath that robe. I was so distracted that she could tell something was up.