I blushed and left the bathroom humiliated. The rest of the evening, I felt bad, and eating dinner with Dad was a quiet torture.

Later in bed, I tossed and turned for an hour until I fell asleep. During the night I had a dream in which I was desperately chasing Dad's cock, but as I approached it, it disappeared. I woke up horny and jacked off before attempting to go back to sleep. Before dawn, I had another dream: My father walked nonchalantly in the house wearing only a shirt but no pants. His magnificent prick was swaying from side to side like the hand of a metronome, hypnotizing...