Dick-drunk

It was 3am and I had struck out again, drunk off my ass and no dick to show for it. I stumbled into the living room, throwing my purse at the coffee table on my way to my room. It nearly knocked over the wine glass and the half-empty bottle there. I turned to see my father passed out on the futon, breathing deeply and evenly. Mother must have kicked him out again, I could hear her snores from their bedroom. He wasn't affected by any of this, he had always been a deep sleeper.

My gaze traveled down his body, taking in his strong arms and tight undershirt that was lifted to reveal his… well.

His dick pressed against his boxers, the tip laying against the thatch of grey hair on his strong belly.

Almost in a trance, I drew closer and knelt to free it from his boxers.

It was already huge but it twitched and grew as I took it in hand, precum beading at the head. Without thinking, I leaned forward to taste it. Next thing I knew, I had his cock deep in my throat, pumping wildly. My hand crept beneath my mini skirt to rub my pussy through my drenched panties.

Finally, I just couldn't take it any more.

I checked that he was still asleep and clambered to straddle him reverse-cowgirl, pushing my panties aside to take him into my dripping pussy. I couldn't sit all the way down, he was so big. I rode him, one hand gripping the back of the futon to steady myself, the other frantically rubbing my clit. I couldn't stop the moan that rang out in the dark room when I came, shuddering and clenching around his cock. I sat for a moment and breathed, suddenly a little more sober. What had I done? I had just fucked my own father and he didn't even know.

Just when I was about to get off, strong hands gripped my hips and I found myself being pushed and maneuvered until my face was pressed into the futon, ass in the air.

He let out a growl as he pressed further into me and I stifled a scream as I took his full length. He ground against my ass for a few seconds, balls heavy against my vulva, before he began to thrust, grunting and moaning unabashedly.

I was already close when he put his weight on top of me and moved his hands to grip my wrists, leaning in to murmur "good girl."

I came again, shaking and wailing into the pillow and he sped up, slamming into my pussy until he came with a low growl. His cock pulsed deep within me as he continued to fuck me in short, rhythmic thrusts. Finally, he sank on top of me and I managed to wriggle out from under his weight. I heard him snore as I staggered from the room, his cum running down my leg.

It's the next morning and I still don't know if he remembers any of this. He made waffles for my mother and me like usual, the radio tuned to NPR as he sang along with the ad jingles. I thought I saw him watching me out of the corner of his eye over our breakfast, but that may have just been my imagination.

I know two things for sure though: I'm a terrible daughter and I can't go back to mediocre cock after having his.