Losing Control In My Daughter’s Pussy When She Sleeps

A SOMNO Dad/Daughter 4-Story Bundle

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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#1: Suckling My Daughter’s Heavy Breasts While She Sleeps4

#2: Claiming My Daughter When She Sleeps After Watching My Twins Fuck17

#3: Naughty Note From My Daughter To Double-Dip While She’s Asleep40

#4: Fisting My Daughter’s Ass As Punishment While She’s Black-Out Drunk53

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#1: Suckling My Daughter’s Heavy Breasts While She Sleeps

A NONCON Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with suckling breast milk.

WORD COUNT: 3500 words

I watch Maya as she sits on the bench, Ava giggling on her lap. The park is alive with the sounds of children playing, dogs barking, and parents calling out, but my focus is on them. On her.

She looks tired, even as she smiles down at my granddaughter. There’s a heaviness in her that wasn’t there before. A weight that clings to her like a second skin. I don’t know how to fix it, and it’s been driving me crazy.

I’ve tried. I tried to make her laugh and get her to talk about what’s bothering her. But whenever I mention Jeremy-her ex, Ava’s father-she shuts down completely. Her face hardens, her shoulders tense, and she changes the subject so quickly it’s like she didn’t hear me at all.

And maybe that’s fine. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about him because it hurts too much. I get that. But I can’t help but remember how she used to light up when she talked about him, how happy she was before it all fell apart.

Now, she’s different. Not just emotionally, but physically, too. Motherhood has changed her in ways I didn’t expect. Her body is softer, fuller, and though I know I shouldn’t think about it, I can’t help but notice. It’s been nearly a month since she moved back, and it’s like those changes have been etched into my mind, no matter how hard I try to ignore them.

“Dad, are you even listening?”

Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I blink, looking at her. She’s grinning at me, holding up Ava so I can see her little toothy smile.

“Sorry,” I say, forcing a smile of my own. “I was miles away.”

“I noticed.” She shakes her head, her grin softening. “You’re worse than me sometimes.”

I laugh, though it feels a little hollow. “Just thinking about stuff. You two having fun?”

“Ava’s having the time of her life,” she says, bouncing my granddaughter on her knee. “And honestly, it’s nice to get out of the house for a bit.”

I nod, watching Ava reach for the colorful ball at Maya’s feet. It’s strange seeing Maya with a baby. She’s still my little girl in so many ways, but now she’s a mom too. It’s a weird shift; one I’m still trying to wrap my head around.

After a while, we decide to head to the swings. Maya sits Ava in one of the baby swings, gently pushing her while I stand nearby, my hands in my pockets.

“You know,” I say, trying to fill the silence, “I haven’t really spent much time with Ava since she was born.”

Maya glances at me, her expression softening. “I know. You and Mom were busy, and then… well, you know.”

Yeah, I know. Jeremy. The guy who swept her off her feet and then left her to pick up the pieces. I bite back the bitterness that rises in my throat.

“She’s like the son I never had,” I say instead, watching Ava laugh and kick her tiny legs.

Maya smiles at that, and for a moment, she looks like her old self. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” she says softly.

I don’t say anything to that. What can I say? It’s obvious how much she loves her daughter, even if it’s taken a toll on her.

We stay at the park for a while longer, and it’s… normal, almost. Like in old times, before everything got so complicated.

It’s not until we’re sitting back on the bench, getting ready to leave, that it happens.

Maya is leaning forward, adjusting Ava’s blanket, and her top slips-just a little, but enough to reveal more than it should. My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t move for a moment.

Those thoughts I’ve been suppressing break through the delicate barrier in my mind. It’s like I’m frozen, caught between what I know is right and this… feeling I can’t explain. Something primal, something wrong, but so strong I can’t push it away.

Touch. You know you want to.

Yes, yes, I very much want to. Before I know what I’m doing, my hand moves, and I reach out like I’m on autopilot, completely disconnected from reality.

And then she looks up.

Her eyes meet mine, and I snap out of it, my hand jerking back like I’ve been burned. She follows my gaze, looking down at herself, and then quickly adjusts her top, laughing awkwardly.

“Whoops,” she says, her cheeks flushing. “Thanks for pointing out the nip slip, Dad.”

I force a laugh, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yeah, no problem,” I say, my voice tight.

Thank God she didn’t notice anything strange. A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead and I wipe it away quickly.

She gathers Ava and stands, ready to return to the house.

The walk home is a blur. My mind is racing, filled with thoughts I don’t want to have but can’t seem to escape. What the hell is wrong with me?

When we get back, the house is quiet. My wife is out at her book club, and the silence feels heavier than it should.

“I think I’ll put Ava down,” Maya says, yawning. “Then we can sort out some dinner.”

I nod, watching Ava get comfortable in Maya’s hands as Maya heads upstairs.

Once she’s gone, I sink onto the couch, my head in my hands. This isn’t normal. This isn’t okay. I shouldn’t want my daughter like that. I don’t know when my desire for Maya started, but I noticed it acutely when she moved back in after she parted with her ex. I’d managed to control my mind thus far, so many sick thoughts, and they all came flooding the moment I saw her nipple-so succulent and delicious. Even now, my mouth waters at the possibility of latching onto the pebbled nub that’s undoubtedly sensitive and leaking. What is wrong with me?

Don’t entertain these thoughts… it’s wrong! I keep telling myself like a mantra, but it doesn’t make the feelings go away.

I need to snap out of it. I need to pull myself together.

When Maya comes back down, I’ll act normal. Like nothing happened.

Like everything is fine.

I pace the kitchen, hands stuffed deep into my pockets. The house feels eerily quiet, with my wife at her book club and Ava upstairs with Maya. The silence leaves too much room for my thoughts to wander, and I hate it. I try to distract myself, shuffling through the cabinets like I’m going to whip something up for dinner, but my hands shake just enough to betray my focus-or lack of it.

This isn’t normal. This isn’t me.

I shake my head hard like I can physically dislodge the thoughts that have been circling since earlier today at the park. I love my wife. I’ve been married to her for twenty-five years and never once doubted my devotion. That should be enough to anchor me, to pull me out of this ridiculous haze. But the way my mind keeps drifting back to Maya-it’s a pull I can’t explain, can’t control.

It’s wrong. Obviously. Wrong in every conceivable way, and yet the thoughts persist, gnawing at the edges of my mind like a relentless tide.

Sighing, I slam the cabinet door shut and lean heavily against the counter. I can’t cook like this. I’m too distracted, too on edge. I grab my phone and scroll through the menu of our favorite pizza place, ordering a couple of pies. No use pretending I can handle making anything tonight.

Once the order’s in, I retreat to the living room and settle into my usual spot on the couch. I flip through the channels, landing on a sports game I’d normally be interested in, but I can’t focus. The announcer's words blur into white noise as my mind drifts again.

Maya.

It’s been nearly a month since she moved back, and I’ve watched her change in that time. Or maybe it’s just me who’s seeing her differently now. She’s been through so much-becoming a mother, breaking up with Jeremy, dealing with the stress of moving back home. It’s no wonder she seems so different. But the changes aren’t just emotional. Motherhood has softened her in ways that draw my attention in ways I know are inappropriate.

I shake my head again, harder this time, gripping the remote so tightly my knuckles whiten. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. She’s my daughter, for God’s sake.

I check my watch and realize it’s been a while since Maya came back downstairs. She said she’d be down after putting Ava to bed, but that was more than ten minutes ago.

I hesitate, unsure if I should check on her. Maybe she’s just tired. God knows she has every reason to be. Still, something pulls me toward the stairs, a nagging worry I can’t quite shake.

I find her in her room, sprawled out on the bed, deeply asleep. Her breathing is steady, a soft snore escaping her lips every now and then. She looks peaceful, almost childlike in her sleep, and my heart twists at the sight.

For a moment, I just stand there, watching her. She’s been through so much, and yet here she is, holding it together for Ava’s sake. She’s stronger than I give her credit for, stronger than I think even she realizes.

She stirs slightly, and I realize I’ve been standing there too long. I step back, trying to head back downstairs.

The weight of everything-the anger, the guilt, the confusion-is pressing down on me, suffocating.

I love my wife. I love my family. That should be enough.

And yet, as I stand there in the quiet of Maya's bedroom, I can’t help but feel like I’m drowning in thoughts I don’t know how to control.

I should leave right now.

But then she stretches, and her shirt rides up. And her breasts… god, her breasts.

“Kirk, this is your daughter,” I whisper harshly. I should go. I have to go.

Her nipples are showing. And before I can stop myself, I've moved closer, touching her softly. She doesn't stir, just hums in her sleep.

Her breasts are leaking, as predicted. And my mouth waters like I’m looking at a succulent steak. Within a second, reasons why I shouldn’t cross the line with my daughter flit away and all that’s left is this roiling need to put my lips on her.

There's no time like the present. I lean down and put my lips on her left nipple, watching her face for any signs of her waking up.

Milk pours in my mouth, first as a trickle, then more. White hot need explodes behind my eyes as I close them and savor the cool liquid. Her nipple is so responsive to my gentle suckles.

I tuck her t-shirt under her armpits and continue lavishing her nipples. I try to give both of them equal attention, teasing one with my fingers while I suck the other.

Maya starts to moan and move slightly, but she doesn't wake up. At least that hasn't changed. She's always been a heavy sleeper.

I soon find that I'm pushing my erection straight into her clothed pussy. This is… fine. It's fine. She won't wake up anytime soon. I can just put her PJ shorts and underwear to the side and rub our parts together. Yes.

I step back to take off my pants and Maya seems to whine. “I'm here, I'm here,” I murmur, returning to her breasts while using one hand to shift her underwear aside so I can run my cock against her wet slit.

Fuck, she's so beautiful. Such a perfect, pretty little cunt, all bubble gum pink and tiny, just begging for something to fill it. That hole is beckoning me forward like the call of a siren. My hand moves on its own, my finger softly tracing her entrance before I trail it up to circle her clit in a slow, torturous little figure eight, admiring the way that perfect little hole clenches around nothing.

She's practically begging for it, for fuck's sake. She's getting wetter by the second, and her pussy is spasming. She starts letting out soft little whimpers in her sleep.

All I've ever wanted to do is take care of my daughter, and sure, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten so close, but it's hardly my fault she's acting so needy for my touch. I use my left hand up to cover her mound and press my thumb to her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and rubbing slow, even circles without breaking the contact as I tease her little pussy hole with the middle finger of my right hand, just barely dipping the tip inside every so often. She moans softly and rocks her hips toward me.

I pause, my eyes darting up to check Maya's face, and, seeing that she's still asleep, I look back down at her pretty pink pussy, my mouth watering. She's soaking wet, her breath coming in short, rapid pants as I dip my finger just a little deeper, then withdraw it and repeat the motion, entering her farther each time until I've buried it inside of her up to the second knuckle.

I look back up to watch her face as I twist my finger around and crook it, pressing against that sweet little spot just inside the front wall of her perfect little pussy, and grin to myself when I see her mouth part in a little silent ‘oh.’

I laugh darkly as I reach down and wrap my hands around her waist, dragging her to the center of the bed and then wrench her thighs open and kneel between them. Her breasts jiggle, dripping small drops of milk. I lap them up, moaning at how potent the liquid is. The taste makes me rock hard. I fist my cock in one hand as I bring my other up to trail my fingers down the side of her face.

I sink my teeth into her neck, eliciting a low, guttural moan from her sweet lips, then move quickly, darting up to crash my lips to hers and shove my tongue into her mouth before she can close it again.

I kiss her, and kiss her, devouring her mouth over and over, ignoring her little groans and sobs while I rut against her, slotting my cock against her wet little slit, back and forth, over and over and fucking over until she finally begins to shake like she's about to cum.

I pull away and rest back on my heels with a triumphant grin. I watch her chest rise and fall quickly from the denied orgasm. Then I reach down, pressing my palm to her flat tummy and running my hand up her chest to her neck, letting it rest there.

Finally, I line myself up with her entrance and circle my hips, teasing her tight little hole with the thick, broad head of my cock as I grip her hip.

“Just… like… this…” I drawl out, pitching my hips forward on the last word and thrusting inside of her until I'm fully seated in her silky heat. I groan as I feel her impossibly tight little cunt quivering around the intrusion.

“Fuck!” Pure heaven. A thousand times better than I could have ever imagined. I start to rock my hips, moving in and out of her at a steady pace.

“Fuck, look at you, Maya. Taking your daddy's cock in this tight little pussy like such a good girl,” I coo, kissing along her jaw as I drive myself deeper, picking up the pace. I’m lost in the moment, transfixed by the potency of finally having my daughter like this. Like a thirsty man finally getting a drink of water. I can’t stop. I won’t. “You can take it. You’re doing such a good job.”

I lean back and grab her by the hips.

Maya moans, her back arching off of the bed involuntarily as I sit back on my heels and use my grip on her hips to slide her back and forth on my thick cock, as if I'm using her little body to jerk myself off.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” I tell her. “This sweet, perfect little cunt is going to cum all over her daddy's cock.”

Maya starts to whimper, and I can feel her cunt start to flutter and tighten around me. I renew my efforts, pounding into her like an animal unleashed. This time, I won’t deny her an orgasm.

Maya moans, then throws her head back on the bed, shaking it back and forth vehemently as her orgasm rips through her, causing her whole body to wrack with the force of it.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel you squeezing the life out of this cock,” I rasp, feeling that familiar tingle begin to crawl up my spine. “Hold still. Gonna give you every last drop.”

I continue to drive into her mercilessly until finally, I come with a grunt, spilling what feels like gallons of semen deep in my daughter's perfect pussy.

“Fuck.” I groan as I collapse on top of her and bury my face in the crook of her neck. “Fuck.”

I really did that. I can't believe I did that.

My heart races, ears ringing like I’m underwater. I can’t stay here, I have to get up. Slowly, the realization dawns on me.

I stand, my hands shaking as I reach for her clothes. I clean her up quickly and redress her. I’m fixing up, making her decent again, but even as my fingers brush the fabric, I feel that warmth, that forbidden, undeniable pull.

I adjust her top, smoothing it down carefully. She stirs but doesn’t wake. For a moment, I just stand there, looking at her. She’s beautiful, even like this-especially like this. Peaceful, vulnerable, the lines of worry gone from her face.

Something stirs deep in my chest, a mix of emotions so tangled I can’t make sense of them. Warmth, longing, guilt, confusion. It’s all there, and it’s suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

And then the doorbell rings.

The sound slices through the moment like a knife, and I nearly jump out of my skin. My heart thunders in my ears, and my breath catches in my throat.

Maya’s eyes flutter open, and she blinks up at me, disoriented.

“Dad?” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.

“I, uh…” I step back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “I was coming to get you. Dinner’s here.”

She sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes. “Oh God. Did I fall asleep? Sorry, that nap was so good.” She stretches, her movements languid and unguarded. “Who’s at the door?”

I’m still frozen, my mind scrambling for an explanation. “Dinner,” I say again, my voice too loud, too sharp. “I mean, the pizza. I’ll, uh, grab it. If you’re still tired, I can keep it in the oven for you.”

She yawns, leaning back against the headboard. “Thanks, Dad. I think I’ll just go back to sleep. Ava’s down; honestly, the more I sleep, the more amazing I’ll feel.” She smiles at me, warm and unassuming, completely unaware of the turmoil raging inside me.

“Goodnight, then,” I manage, my voice tight.

“Goodnight,” she says, already settling back into the pillows.

I force myself to walk out of the room, closing the door behind me with trembling hands. My legs feel like jelly as I make my way downstairs.

The warmth that had filled me minutes ago is gone now, replaced by a cold, gnawing shame. I shouldn’t have gone into her room. I shouldn’t have…

What the hell is wrong with me?

But more importantly, why do I want to do it again?

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#2: Claiming My Daughter When She Sleeps After Watching My Twins Fuck

A NONCON Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with brother/sister consensual sex, drugged and voyeurism.

WORD COUNT: 5600 words

“Yes, I’m home now, darling.”

I struggle through the front door with my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, my arms weighed down by heavy grocery bags that look like they might split at any second. The plastic handles dig into my fingers, leaving angry red marks that I know will take hours to fade.

Fuck.

“Don't worry about it, Sarah,” I say to my wife. “I’ll make dinner. You should just focus on work and make sure you’re home in time for dinner. We should have one last family dinner before the twins head back tomorrow.”

I can hear her shuffling papers in the background. “I promise I'll be there. Give the twins my love. And Larry? Thank you.”

“See you soon, honey.”

I end the call, drop the bags, and flex my cramped fingers, glancing at my watch. It’s only 3:47 PM. Usually, I’d still be stuck in my office by now, buried under a mountain of paperwork and fielding calls from anxious clients. But not today. Today’s special. It’s the last day I get to spend with my son and daughter before they head back to their respective colleges.

“Brent? Mellia?” I call out, my voice echoing through the house.

There’s no response.

That’s weird.

I loosen my tie and run my fingers through my graying hair, debating whether to start putting away the groceries or check on the twins first. Brent and Mellia are always either bickering or laughing. They’re never this quiet.

That's when I hear it. It’s a weird, thumping sound coming from upstairs, followed by what sounds like...moaning.

My eyes widen. The sound is coming from Brent’s bedroom.

“What the hell?” I mutter, making for the stairs. The closer I get to the bedroom, the clearer the sounds become, though they still make no sense to me. The moans are getting louder, and the thumping sounds more like skin slapping against skin.

My heart hammers in my ribcage with each step, though I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s instinct. Maybe it’s the way the floorboard creaks under my weight, making me feel like an intruder in my own home.

Or maybe it’s because I feel like I’m doing something wrong.

Did Brent bring his girlfriend home?

No, that can’t be right. Brent doesn’t even have a girlfriend yet. So what’s going on? Where is Mellia? I reach Brent's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. The sounds are definitely coming from inside.

Taking a deep breath, I ease closer to the partially open door, careful to stay in the shadows of the hallway.

Just a quick peek, I tell myself. Just to make sure everything’s okay.

I lean forward, angling my head to see through the gap. And in that moment, my entire world stops. My heart still pounding in my chest, I remain rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

There they are.

It’s my twins. They’re both on the bed, completely naked and fucking like rabbits. Mellia’s perched on Brent’s lap, her creamy legs spread wide as she lowers herself onto him. Her reddened ass moves up and down, slapping my son’s balls with each movement.

“Oh, fuck, Brent!” she moans.

My son’s hands grip her fleshy hips, guiding her movements as she rides him with abandon. His thick cock disappears completely into her, over and over again. I swallow. What the fuck am I looking at? The sight is so raw and primal that I nearly forget to breathe.

My son and daughter are fucking each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do. This is completely wrong. I should step in and stop them now, give them a scolding, or report to their mother. I should do something. But all I can do is stand there and watch them. My cock stirs in my pants, throbbing against the fabric.

Fucking hell.

Mellia’s face is flushed, her eyes closed as she moans, her back arching as she rides her brother. Her perky breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples rosy and inviting. I bite my lip at the sight. She looks completely lost in the moment, her fingers digging into Brent’s shoulders as she takes him deeper and deeper.

Brent’s head is thrown back, his dark hair messy and damp with sweat. His lips part in a silent moan, his jaw clenching as he thrusts his hips upward, meeting her every move. His eyes are wide with pleasure, and his voice is low and gruff when he speaks.

“Fuck, Mellia, you feel so fucking good,” he growls. “So fucking tight. You love this, don’t you? You love my cock inside you, filling you up, huh?”

He wraps his hands around her throat, choking her even as he continues to fuck her. The slick, wet sound of his cock in her pussy is like music to my ears.

Mellia lets out a whimper, her head rolling back as she gasps for air. “Yes, Brent. I love it. I love your cock. It’s so big… so hard…” Her voice quavers with each word. “Please, harder… fuck me harder.”

Harder. The word echoes in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. I can’t believe what I’m hearing, what I’m seeing. Brent and Mellia are lost in a moment so intense, so wrong. But I can’t seem to tear my eyes off them. My cock twitches painfully in my jeans, desperate for release.

I bite harder on my lip, suppressing a groan. I can’t let them see me here.