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 c**k, 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 me to stare at it. I tried my best to avoid looking at it, but I couldn't. Dad caught me, and grinning, he ordered me to soap him again. I woke up covered with cold sweat.
For the next 3 days, I did everythin
