Daddy's Nightcap

All characters are 18+ and the story line is incest. So if you are not into that kind of thing. Then this story is not for you.

I couldn't stand it anymore, the constant arguing, the bitter words, the slammed doors. Mom and Dad at it again, their voices rising in anger as the clock ticked past midnight. I pulled the covers tighter around myself, trying to block out the sound, but it was no use. Their fights were becoming more frequent, more heated, and this one sounded particularly vicious.

"I'm done with this shit!" Mom screamed, her voice shrill with rage. "You're useless in bed and useless out of it. Maybe you should just leave, since you can't fuck your own wife!"

I hear the front door slam, the sound rattling the walls. She's gone. Stormed out into the night. I sit up, heart thudding, feeling a sadness of something heavy for Dad. He doesn't deserve that. Not really.

I slip out of bed, bare feet padding across the cool hardwood, and head downstairs. Dad's in the living room, slumped on the couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. His dark hair's a mess, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, stubble shadowing his jaw. He looks defeated, eyes glassy from the booze. "Hey, Dad," I say softly, leaning against the doorway. "You okay?"

He glances up, startled, then gives a weak chuckle. "Lily... didn't see you there. Yeah, I'm... I'll be fine." His voice is rough, slurring just a little. I step closer, the nightie swaying against my thighs, and sit beside him. "She didn't mean it," I lie, reaching for the bottle. "Mind if I join you? How about a nightcap daddy."

I watched as Dad took a long swig from the bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing under the stubble on his throat. The sharp scent of whiskey filled the air, mixing with the faint musk of his sweat. He handed it over to me, his fingers brushing mine, rough and warm. "Go ahead, Lily," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "Might as well. Night's already gone to hell."

I took a sip, the burn sliding down my throat, warming my chest. It wasn't my first time sneaking a drink, but doing it with him felt different--intimate, almost forbidden. I leaned back on the couch, letting my nightie ride up just a little, the soft cotton teasing the tops of my thighs. His eyes flicked down for a split second before he looked away, jaw tightening. "She'll be back," I said, trying to sound convincing, though we both knew it wasn't true tonight. "She always is."

He snorted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah, back to yell some more. Fuck, I'm tired of it." He rubbed a hand over his face, then glanced at me, his dark eyes softer now. "You don't need to hear this crap, kiddo. Shouldn't be dealing with my mess." I shifted closer, the couch creaking under us, and rested a hand on his arm. His skin was hot, tense under my fingers.

"I want to, Daddy," I whispered, letting the word linger, sweet and heavy. "You're not alone, okay? Oh and less of the kiddo dad I am 18."

I watched as Dad took another gulp of whiskey, his hand shaky now, the bottle glinting in the dim light of the living room. The air was thick with the sharp tang of alcohol and something heavier--his exhaustion, maybe, or the weight of Mom's words still hanging between us. I scooted closer, my bare thigh brushing against his jeans, the rough fabric scratching my skin. He didn't pull away, just sighed, long and ragged, like he was letting go of something deep inside.

"Eighteen, huh?" he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at me. "Guess you're not my little kiddo anymore, Lily." His voice was warm, gravelly, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I smiled, leaning in just a bit, the neckline of my nightie dipping low enough to catch his eye. He looked--oh, he definitely looked--before dragging his gaze back to the bottle.

"Nope," I teased, my fingers curling around the whiskey as I took it from him. "All grown up now, Daddy." I tipped it back, the burn hitting my throat again, and I let out a little gasp, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes followed the motion, lingering on my mouth, and I felt a heat bloom in my chest that had nothing to do with the drink.

An hour later, the bottle was nearly empty, and the room spun lazily around us. My head buzzed, warm and fuzzy, the whiskey loosening every tight knot in my body. Dad was slouched back on the couch, legs spread wide, his shirt half-open now, showing a glimpse of the dark hair dusting his chest. He looked wrecked, but in a good way--loose, unguarded, a little reckless. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Goddamn, Lily," he slurred, voice thick and rough as he tipped his head back, eyes half-closed. "You're too good to me, staying here. Shouldn't have to babysit your old man." He chuckled, low and shaky, running a hand through his messy hair. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, pooling low in my belly.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I shifted, swinging one leg over his lap, straddling him before I could think twice. The couch groaned under us as I settled, my bare thighs brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. His eyes snapped open, wide and dark, locking onto mine. "Lily..." he rasped, hands hovering near my hips like he wasn't sure where to put them. "What--what're you doing?"

"Shh, Daddy," I whispered, leaning in close, my breath warm against his ear. My nightie rode up higher, the hem barely covering my ass now, and I felt the damp heat growing between my legs. I pressed my chest against his, my tits soft and heavy against his hard frame, nipples tightening under the thin cotton. "Just wanna make you feel better. You deserve it."

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through me, his hands finally landing on my hips, fingers digging in just a little. "Fuck, baby girl, this... we shouldn't..." But his grip tightened, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away, his breath hitching as my pussy--already dripping wet--brushed against the growing bulge in his jeans. The side of my panties caught on the denim, tugging tight against my swollen lips, and I moaned softly, rocking my hips slow and deliberate.

I moaned as I felt Daddy's cock throb beneath me, rock hard and hot through his jeans. "Mmm, feels like you can get hard for me just fine," I purred, grinding down slow and deliberate, letting the damp spot on my panties rub against his denim-clad erection. "Maybe it's Mom who's the problem, Daddy. Maybe your cock just knows what it wants."

I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his hands tightening on my hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh. "Fuck, Lily..." he groaned, voice strained. "This ain't right, baby girl. I'm your father, for Christ's sake."

"Well, your cock doesn't seem to care," I whispered, reaching between us to cup him through his jeans, feeling the thick length twitch against my palm. "It's so hard for me already, Daddy. I can feel how much you want it."

He groans, head tipping back, and I shift, hooking my fingers into the side of my red knickers. I pull them aside, the damp lace scraping along my swollen lips, exposing my pussy--pink and slick, the clit throbbing under his gaze. I guide his cock, rubbing the fat head against my slit, teasing us both. It's hot, slippery, the precum mixing with my juices. "You want this?" I ask, voice low, rocking just enough to let the tip nudge inside.

"No honey... I.... Oh fuck... fuck it... Oh God, yes," he growls, hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider. I sink down slow, inch by inch, feeling his cock stretch me open, the thick shaft splitting my tight pussy. The head pops past my entrance, and I whimper, the burn so good it makes my thighs shake. "Oh fuck... you're so big," I moan, taking him deeper, the red knickers rubbing against his cock as I move, the friction driving me wild.

He thrusts up, slow at first, letting me feel every bit of him. The veiny shaft drags along my walls, the head nudging deep, brushing my cervix. My pussy clenches, dripping wet, the slick sound of us fucking filling the room. "You're so tight, baby," he pants, his hands sliding to my hips, guiding me. I lean forward, my tits swaying, and he catches one in his mouth again, sucking hard, teeth grazing the nipple.

"Mmm... harder, Dad," I beg, grinding down, the panties still pulled to the side, chafing against his cock as he pumps into me. The pace stays slow, deliberate, each thrust dragging out the pleasure, making me feel every inch. My pussy's a mess, juices running down his shaft, pooling at the base, sticky and hot. "You like this?" I whisper, my breath catching as he hits that spot inside me.

"Let dad lay you down," he stood up with me still buried deep in my gash as he laid us both down. "Hold on baby this is going to be hard and intense."

Dad's voice rumbles through me, thick with need, as he lays me back on the couch. His cock's still buried deep, stretching my pussy so wide I can feel every pulse of it throbbing inside me. The cushions sink under our weight, the rough fabric scraping against my bare ass as he settles over me. My red knickers are bunched to the side, soaked and clinging to my thigh, the damp lace rubbing his shaft with every move he makes.

"Fuck, Lily, you're so damn wet," he groans, his breath hot against my neck. He pulls back slow, the thick head of his cock dragging along my walls, slick with my juices. My pussy clenches around him, greedy, dripping, the sound of it squelching loud in the quiet room. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider, and I feel my swollen lips splay open, exposing my clit--pink and pulsing, begging for more.

He thrusts in hard, slamming deep, and I cry out, "Oh shit, Dad... yes!" The head hits my cervix, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain that makes my toes curl. My tits bounce with the force, nipples hard and aching, still wet from his mouth. He leans down, sucking one into his hot, wet mouth again, tongue flicking rough against the sensitive tip. "Mmm... you taste so good," he mutters, voice muffled against my skin.

I arch my back, pressing my dripping pussy harder against him, feeling the veiny shaft slide in and out, the friction of my panties against his cock driving me insane. "Harder... fuck me harder," I whimper, my hands clawing at his shoulders. He growls low, picking up the pace, each thrust deliberate and brutal, his balls slapping against my ass. My juices run down, sticky and warm, coating his sack, pooling on the couch beneath us.

My tits bounced and he leaned forward to capture a nipple between his teeth. The mix of pleasure and pain made me clench around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. Oh god his dick, is dick was so good. I felt great, he couldn't get hard for mom but hard for me as he's pounding my body into the couch.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, his body slick with sweat. I met his rhythm, my hips bucking against his, my moans growing louder, more unrestrained. The feeling was incredible, forbidden, intoxicating. He was filling me, possessing me, and I was lost in the sensation, lost in him.

He reached down and squeezed my breasts, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he thrust into me harder and harder. The room swam around me, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of his cock inside me, the smell of his sweat, the sound of our breathing, our moans, our gasps.

"Ahh yeah... harder Dad, yeah yeah oh fuck me," my pussy was taking a pounding. Mom was wrong he could get it up. As it was hammering nicely up my gash.

As I lay beneath him, I can feel his body tense up, his muscles contracting with each thrust. Suddenly, he buries his face in my neck, his hot breath dancing across my skin.

He bottomed out and we both groaned. His cock was splitting me open, pulsing deep inside. I could feel every ridge, every vein. He started to move and I saw stars, my pussy clenching down.

I panted and moaned louder, "Ahh yeah...you feel so fucking good. Mom was wrong, so wrong. Gonna fuck her doubts right out of you."

"Ffffuck, I'm...I'm...nnngh!" He moved up and down faster his balls slapping against my ass.

"Ggggrrr...uuuhhh...mmmmmm," he groans, the sound vibrating through his entire body. I can feel his cock swell inside me, and then he's pumping me full of his release. His hips jerk and stutter, his movements becoming erratic as he loses control. His arms wrap tightly around me, holding me in place as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.

I feel his chest heave against mine, his heart racing with excitement, as he whispers "Ahhhh...fuck...mmm" against my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

He panted, his forehead against mine as he did a few last thrusts as he was completely empty. My tits swaying and then coming to a stand still when he stopped thrusting. I lay the sweating after what just felt like a marathon but been rapidly fucked by his thick cock.

Dad slid out of me, his thick cock pulling free with a slick, wet sound, leaving a trail of his cum dripping down my thighs. He shifted down my body, his breath still heavy, ragged, as he braced himself on his elbows above me. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his dark hair plastered to his skin, and his chest heaved, the dark hair there matted with perspiration. His eyes, still hazy with lust and whiskey, flicked up to meet mine.

"Fuck, Lily," he panted, voice rough and low, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You okay, baby girl?" His hands slid down to my hips, fingers brushing over the damp lace of my red panties still hooked to the side, sticky with our mingled fluids. He didn't pull away--just stayed there, hovering, his warm breath fanning over my stomach.

The room smelled of sex and booze, the sharp tang of whiskey mixing with the musky scent of our bodies. The couch creaked beneath us, the rough fabric scratching at my bare ass as I shifted, my pussy still throbbing, swollen and sensitive from the pounding he'd given me. My nipples ached, hard and tingling from where he'd sucked them raw, and I could feel the damp heat between my legs, his cum leaking out slow and thick, pooling beneath me.

He chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound, and leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to my belly, his stubble scraping my skin. "Shit, you took me so good," he muttered, his lips brushing against me as he spoke. "Didn't think... fuck, didn't think it'd feel like that." His hands tightened on my hips, possessive, like he wasn't ready to let go just yet.