Like I'd been doing for the past 6 months or so, I came home drunk that Saturday night. I'd been out partying with friends, because everyone knows there's nothing better to do in this shitty town than to drink. Besides, I was 19. I'm allowed to drink if I want to.
I clumsily unlocked the front door and stumbled carefully inside and leaned against the door, waiting for the house to stop spinning for a bit. I let my handbag fall to the floor, and started walking towards the stairs when he angrily cleared his throat, frightening the shit out of me.
I turned and saw my dad in the living room, looking very displeased. He ignored my pathetic yelp and started his prepared lecture. "Olivia, it's almost 3am." He stood up and walked towards me. Calm, but purposeful. I won't deny it; he's quite handsome, at times. Sometimes he can be a bit timid or weak or something, but other times - like now - he could be very attractive and strong. Okay, yes, he's my father, but ...I'd fantasized about fucking him. More than once. But it'd been months since I'd done so. Any time he'd give me this lecture about staying out late, drinking, whatever, he'd lose a bit of appeal. The more he reminded me he was my father, the less I wanted him. I guess that makes sense, right?
"I know, Dad." I shrugged. "Not like it's a school night." I stretched an arm out and steadied myself against the wall. "Besides, it's not like I'm hurting anyone."
"That's bullshit and you know it, Olivia." I wasn't used to hearing Dad swear, so that caught me off guard, and he could tell. "I don't mean to swear, but Jesus, Liv. Every night you go out for lord-knows how long, your mother and I are here, worried sick. What if something happened to you?"
I sighed. That old chestnut. "Nothing's gonna happen. My girlfriends and I, we all know what to look for. It's fine. Just... can I go to bed now? You can lecture me in the morning." My patience isn't too deep at the best of times, but when I've been drinking it usually downright vanishes. There wasn't much left at this point.
"Goddamn it, Olivia, no." He stepped closer, less than an arm's length between us. "I'm trying to talk to you. You can't just fuck off upstairs just because you're too damn drunk to stand up straight." His eyes...changed. Maybe he was seeing red. I'd only seen him this angry a handful of times in my life, and I never liked it. I'd begun to think I'd pushed him too far this time. He continued speaking in an angry whisper. "You think you're so special ever since you turned 18? That somehow that means you don't have to treat your mother and I like real people anymore?" He spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm fucking sick of your childish, selfish behavior, and you're long overdue for someone to call you out on your fucking bullshit."
Yes, okay, I definitely pushed him too far. But like father like daughter. He pushed me too far and so I had no choice but to fight back. I replied in a similarly angry whisper, "Stop acting so fucking high and mighty, Dad. You've been trying to control me my whole life, and I'm so sick of it! I had to get a job where you said, not where I wanted. And even now I'm 19 fucking years old, you still can't let me be my own person. Well I'm fucking sick of taking your shit. Leave me alone. I'm going to bed." I started walking away. Two steps from the staircase, I muttered under my breath, "I can't believe I ever wanted to fuck you."
He grabbed my arm. Oh yeah - I forgot I don't have great control over my voice when I'm drunk. "What the fuck did you just say?"
I was still angry from his rant, so I felt like digging my claws in a bit more, my incestuous concession notwithstanding. "Yeah, ever since I was little. What a waste of time that was. Not like you could get it up, anyway. Probably why you act this way; trying to control me because your dick doesn't work."
If I thought he was angry before... how naive. He looked like he was going to burst. For a second, I thought he was going to hit me. Instead, he growled "That's it," and reached for his pajama pants, pulled them down, and suddenly I was staring down at my father's erection. It was angry, pulsating, and so very hard.
I don't know why. But I giggled. Not maliciously, just at how ludicrous the situation was. "Well, that proves me wrong, doesn't it? Um, congrats, I guess, Dad." I turned once again to leave and go to bed. It'd been a long night.
Dad grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. Hard. Luckily my back hit the wall first, not my head - that would've really hurt. His face was now mere inches away from mine, now close enough to smell each other's breath. He'd been drinking, too. That explained a few things, I suppose.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me down. I didn't have much choice but to follow. He slid me down the wall, closer and closer towards his crotch.
In my drunk brain, it was a good idea to try and provoke him more, apparently. I asked him "Oh, so this is what's happening, is it?" I was now kneeling in front of my father in the front hallway of our house, at almost 3 in the morning, staring straight at his thick, hard, throbbing cock. A few months ago, I'd have been thrilled to bits to be given the opportunity to suck this man's dick, but tonight was different. There was hostility and rage in the air, both of us having reached our breaking points for things to have come this far. "Well, fine. But you couldn't handle it, Dad."
With a weird combination of spite, pride, revulsion and eagerness, I opened my mouth and took my father's cock into my mouth. It tasted...well, like a cock. But the fact it was my father's cock? The man who raised me? That made it taste so different to just any old dick. Of course, it would've been even better if I wasn't angrily forced into sucking it, but beggars can't be choosers.
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I quickly wrapped my lips around his thick purple cockhead and pressed my tongue to the underside, then started bobbing my head back and forth, giving Dad a hands-free blowjob. Like I said, completely out of spite. And wanting to back up my claim that he couldn't handle it. Totally not because I wanted to please my Dad like I'd fantasized about for years.
