It was roughly 2 AM the day after my daughter Jemma's 19th birthday when I heard her come in the front door. I'd been asleep on the couch that had been my bed for the last two years. Jemma's mother and I were married in name only, and it had been that way for years. Both of us unwilling to part with my money, we discussed divorce and decided against it years ago. Marla sleeps with whomever she wants, whenever she wants, I sleep alone on the sofa or she takes me for all I'm worth. It stung in the beginning; I was still in love with my wife for the first few years, but now I don't care about the men. I'm just lonely at this point. And horny.
Jemma loudly stumbled through the front door, obviously intoxicated.
"Dad!" she loudly whispered. "Dad! Are you asleep?"
"Not anymore." I growled.
I'd tried my hardest to bring up a nice young lady, but she had too much of her mother in her. She was a good person, just... adventurous, let's say. Too adventurous for a father to be comfortable with. I was tired of it. She came home drunk more often than not, ignored my no boys in the bedroom rule, and thought it was hilarious to share her sexual exploits with me in detail. It made me furious. And horny.
Jemma had her mother's figure, but without needing me to buy it for her as her mother had. A nice round ass, full, curving hips, and a rack to die for. What can I say? She'd traipsed around the pool nude. I'd noticed.
"Daddy, wake up!" she slurred. "Daddy. Marcus turned me down tonight. On my birthday! He said I'm too slutty. He said he doesn't want his friend's sloppy seconds. I didn't get laid on my birthday! That's so rude!" She stumbled and her skirt flipped up. She wasn't wearing panties. Her 19 year old pussy was shaved clean.
"Well," I said, "Maybe he has a point. You told me you'd slept with all of his friends. You told me you were trying to make him jealous. Sounds like your plan backfired."
"Daddy!" she spat. "You're supposed to be on my side!" She drunkenly sat, landing squarely in my lap. Her juicy ass rubbed my crotch, stirring my cock, which had gone untouched for too long.
"I am, sweetheart" I said, maneuvering her off my lap. "I am. I just mean that maybe you should be a little more selective on who you sleep with. Maybe wait until you have feelings for the guy."
"Bullshit!" She weakly hit me. " Feelings are for little bitches. I'll fuck whoever I want. Anyone I want! And fuck you for judging me!" She struck out at me again and I caught her arm. "Fuck you, daddy! You're just jealous because you can't get laid!"
"Hey. Be nice." I said. "Maybe you should go to bed now."
"No!" She was raising her voice now. "No! You're just jealous because me and mom can get dick whenever we want but no one wants to fuck you. You couldn't get your dick wet on a rainy day!"
Her mother had said those exact words to me countless times. She'd inherited her mother's ability to push my buttons. She knew exactly what to say to me to really upset me.
"I'll bet you haven't seen tits in years!" she said, bending over, putting her cleavage on display. "I'll bet it's been even longer since you touched one." She never smiled, just made faces, She bit her lower lip and made a show of caressing one breast. It was melodramatic, but was still working. My daughter was making me angry and turning me on. It had been years since I'd felt the curve of a woman's breast in my hand, years since I'd used my fingers to excite a nipple. My cock hardened slightly.
"You need to go to bed now." I said in no uncertain terms. Apparently my "dad voice" still worked, even on drunk teenagers because, though still yelling insults my direction, she headed upstairs.
I shouldn't let a 19 year old's drunken ramblings affect me, but I did. Her words stung and I was angry. I stomped to the kitchen and opened the bottle of cheap whiskey she'd gotten me for my birthday a few months prior. I took a shot. Then another.
"Can't get my dick wet," I grumbled to myself. After my fourth shot of whiskey I was still pissed. How dare that little slut insult me. All I do is provide for her and her mother while they both fuck whoever they want and I remain alone and celibate. I took another shot. "I'll show that fucking slut how I wet I get my dick."
I'd been drinking heavily for half an hour before I made my way up the stairs. I opened Jemma's bedroom door and she was sprawled, nude, on her bed. My cock stood at attention, despite my drunkenness.
I stood at the side of her bed and took my cock out of my pajama pants. I stood there with it in my right hand while I stared down at my daughter, passed out, her milky D sized tits and little shaved pussy on display. She'd flirted with me plenty of times, changed with the door open plenty of times, loudly masturbated or fucked a guy in the next room plenty of times, but I've never considered violating my own daughter until tonight.
With my hard cock in my right hand I reached down with my left and caressed her breast. It was soft and firm and her nipple stood at attention at my touch. My shaft was so hard it ached. I rubbed her erect nipple with my thumb and kneaded her velvety breast with the rest of my hand. She was so drunk, so unconscious, that she didn't stir. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she continued to sleep. I began to stoke my cock.
Jemma adjusted slightly in her bed. She lifted her hips and turned, shifting her position subtly. Her body was fully on display for me. Her soft skin, the slope of her hips, all young and firm and delicious. I pinched her nipple hard and a moan escaped her lips. The sound took me by surprise and I retreated a step, cock still in hand. The fear of discovery making me even more excited. I was still angry, and drunk. And horny.
I inched closer again when she didn't wake. Her lips had parted when she moaned and remained apart, inviting my aching member to seek relief between their embrace. I pinched her nipple again, harder this time. Her silence emboldened me and I gently traced her lips with the tip of my cock. Her lips parted further, as if a reflex, and I pushed the throbbing head of my cock into her open mouth.
It was like fireworks inside my head. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone at all, and now I had my dick in my slut daughter's mouth while she was passed out drunk. Fuck, it was hot. She'd teased me and flirted with me so often, I knew now she wanted it. Whether or not she'd consciously admitted it, she wanted to fuck me. And I'd wanted to fuck her too. With that, I thrust the length of my cock into her mouth. My balls slapped against her chin. She was so drunk she still didn't so much as stir. Her mouth was warm, and soft, and wet. I was worried I wouldn't last long and I needed this heaven to last. I really wanted to enjoy this. I thought again of her spitting "you couldn't get your dick wet in a rainstorm" at me and it reignited my anger. With that I hate fucked my unconscious daughter's face.
She coughed once and I withdrew my dick. Cock in one hand, her milky breast in my other, I thought of all the times she had stumbled home drunk, wearing less than she'd left in. It just made me angrier. She moaned again in her sleep and I came hard onto her face. My jizz hit one closed eye and dribbled across her cheek. I involuntarily let out a moan.
