Mark always liked his Friday nights. It is a night when his wife and two teenage daughters leave him alone to play poker with his father, two brothers, and two friends. It has been like tradition for them to get together and bond, ever since his mother died four years ago and needed to spend time with his dad. Tonight started out like every normal Friday but ended differently which would change not only his life but his family's as well.
Everyone arrived around 7pm. Paul, his dad arriving first, followed by his friends, Jim and Bob, and finally his brothers Tim and Tom, with his wife Amy. Amy and Mark's wife Kerry had planned to have dinner together and afterwards see a movie. His 18 year old daughter, Anne, was getting ready to go to her friend's house wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, her usual attire and Heather, 19, had already left to go on a date with her boyfriend. The night was set and the beer is sitting cold in the refrigerator. As soon the girls left the house, the game started.
A little after 9 they were all gathered in the dining room, cards and chips being tossed on the center of the table when Heather stormed in the front door, slamming it close. Mark could tell that she was upset about her night. She entered the room and said his to everyone and gave her dad, grandfather, and two uncles a kiss on the cheek. As she bended over, he noticed his friends eyeballing his daughter. Who could blame the both of them? Heather was hot, wearing a black skirt and a low cut silky top. He sometimes catches himself staring at both her and Anne whenever they are dressed to go out. And he's pretty sure that the other males in his family had done the same.
"I'm going to my room and probably going to bed." She said.
"Ok, honey." Mark said.
All eyes were on her as she left the room. Mark could just imagine what everyone has in their mind. He has it in his even though he knew it was wrong to think about it.
"Do you think she's too old to be tucked in?" Jim asked everyone jokingly.
After drinking a couple more cans of beer, Mark got up to relieve himself. Afterwards as he walked from the bathroom, he noticed the light on in Heather's room. He opened the door and peeked in to see if she was already sleeping. He sees her sobbing lightly.
Mark wondered what this is all about as he entered her room and sat at the edge of her bed. "Hey what's this all about?" He asked.
Heather wiped her eyes. "It's Steve!" She replied. "He's telling everybody I'm a whore." "I'm not. I'm still a virgin," she paused. "He's mad because we broke up." She added. She held back her tears while she explained, now the tears started to flow again. Heather leaned against Mark, resting her head against his shoulder.
Mark tried to console her. He placed a hand on her head while the other patted and rubbed her back. It might just be the amount of beer Mark drank but he began to feel the warmth radiating from her body. His thoughts are now sexual and allowed his perverted fantasies to come out, his mind playing around with images of Heather in various sexual positions. Mark's hand freely moved and touched the side of her breast. When Heather didn't respond, he palmed her breast. Mark stroked her arm with one hand and unbuttoned her silk shirt with the other. When she didn't complain, he ran his finger along her stomach and slid his hand inside her skirt. He looked up unto his daughter's unresponsive face, gave her a smile and said, "I'm going to make you forget about having a bad night with Steve."
Mark let go of her and quickly got off the bed. He stood between her legs and reached for her shirt, pulled it open and pushed her bra over her tits. Then he slid her skirt and panties down and off her legs. Mark paused and took in the detail of his daughter's body. Her body was mature enough but her tits and pussy mound were surprisingly small.
Heather's eyes instantly opened and a look of confusion settled on her face as her father unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. Mark placed his hands on her shoulder and pulled her down between his legs, gently guiding her head over his cock. Heather had no experience. She slowly licked the tip, getting used to the taste before her dad's cock disappeared in her mouth. Mark placed his hand firmly over his daughter's head and began to slowly slide his now dripping shaft in her mouth. Heather vigorously sucked her dad's cock as he slid in and out of her mouth, each time going deeper into her throat. After a few minutes, Heather is becoming a pro at sucking his cock. She licked, sucked and tongued on his cock. Her dad groaned and shuddered as he shot his load into her mouth surprising her, trying to swallow the salty liquid.
"Fuck yeah, Heather." He said. "What a fucking blowjob."