It was no use. I stared at the ceiling for three hours until the alarm clock went off.Two weeks passed since that first dream. Every night since, I ha... similar dreams, all of which featured me either about to fuck, or actually fucking, my daughter. During the days I could barely look at Alison without getting aroused. The grace of her walk, the cute way she scrunched her face and tapped her pencil on the table when she was working on a math homework problem, how her smooth skin and toned. She also knew I had been masturbating for a few years. She knew because she had caught me once when she came home early from work.Mary and my mother were close, and I have to assume the sudden lack of sex for this woman (she was about my mother's age -- mid forties at the time) had been discussed between them. I know Mary had made snide comments to my mother about having been dissatisfied by the infrequency of sex when her husband was alive because I had accidentally overheard some of them.. I signaled that man to enter her room, which he gladly did. I left the room, but watched them from a hidden place (sometimes, when I felt horny, I would watch my son and daughter-in-law fucking, so that I could masturbate while I watched them) I peeped from a corner of the window which they did not know and watched while a paid stud (dark, ugly, arrogant, thick and scary beard, sweat body, red teeth as he eats betel-leaf and 38 yrs old) attacked her. My DIL lay down on the bed, wearing a. " The guy grinned at me, rubbing my head like a dog. "You're a good little cocksucker."He left me there and I retched in reply, but just for a second and I got a water bottle out, taking a mouthful and swishing it around. There wasn't anyplace to spit it out though, so I just swallowed that too."Twenty, right?" Another guy sat down within two minutes of the first man leaving. I hadn't even gotten off my knees really and I just blinked at him."Yeah." I nodded."Here..." He smiled at me and seemed.