Jim was almost a little bit embarrassed that he wasn't even able to make it past 10pm before he had decided to turn in for the night. He intended on doing his best to chaperone the party and oversee the madness that his life, his family, and his home had devolved into, but when the time had come, he had felt so utterly helpless and overwhelmed by it all he simply skulked off to the back patio to drown his anxieties in expensive whiskey.
He didn't so much as toured the bedlam that he could hear in the main area of the house, and despite the incredible and unexpected delight that was Jasmine in the early stages of the party, he had barely paid any attention to the goings-on of the party at all. As he headed back to his bedroom with the music still pounding and the sounds of young people partying, he thanked the numbing properties of the alcohol flowing through his bloodstream that would no doubt assist in drowning everything out so he could fall asleep.
It was precisely what happened, as well, as Jim seemed to lay down on the bed and close his eyes one minute and be awoken by the stirring of someone joining him in the bed the next. Looking at his phone upon waking he saw that it was past 1am, despite it feeling like he had merely blinked away several hours. Squinting in the darkness he tried to make out who was in the room with him, but there was little doubt in his mind that it was Amanda.
"You awake?" came his daughter's hoarse whisper.
Jim yawned and inhaled deeply, trying to infuse himself with the energy needed to answer her.
"I am now," he replied with a little bit of an edge making its way into his tone.
He truly just wanted to sleep this night away. His life was crazy enough without a hundred people there to contribute and ultimately bear witness to it.
"I have a surprise," came her lilting response.
It was clear to Jim that she was blasted as the smell of liquor was positively radiating off her. He couldn't have said he'd minded it, but he knew that her being trashed would probably mean she intended on shaking him down for a late-night horizontal mambo. Jim was in two minds on that, of course. He always enjoyed plumbing the depths of his daughter's pussy, but he was dead tired and admittedly a little bit grumpy. Being an older man had really impacted his ability to compromise his sleep for late-night adventure.
"What surprise?" he grunted, not sure if he even wanted to know.
The lamp on the opposite side to Jim flicked on and bathed the room in soft yellow light, enough to illuminate his surroundings without blinding him. After blinking a few times to get used to it, he scanned around until his eyes landed on Amanda sitting on her knees next to him on the bed. She was smiling broadly, almost manically, baring her teeth, and looking like she had just been awarded a prize. Jim might consider it cute if it weren't for the rest of her.
She was absolutely plastered with cum, in a way that actually made him blush. What in the Holy Hell had been happening at this party? Her normally silky auburn hair was wet and sticky and plastered to her scalp in some places with streaks of white untouched in others. Her face was positively glazed, like a donut that had gotten a double dip of sugar. Her skin was shiny and streaked and globs and dribbles of fresh semen that marked her eyebrows, cheeks, temples, chin, and forehead. The only area that wasn't were her lips, as she'd likely licked those clean already.
Her neck, clothes, and bare tits looked like they had gotten sprayed with a hose. There was a large deposit of ejaculate accumulated between her thick cleavage and it looked like someone had shot their entire load there.
"What the Hell happened?" Jim gasped.
Amanda just continued smiling, looking at him like she could not have been prouder of herself.
"Well?" he pressed.
"Well, I blew half the guys at the party in front of everyone then I finished by letting Foster stick his dick between my tits," she explained without even a hint of shame.
Jim's jaw felt broken. He simply could not close it as it hung agape and unwilling to move.
"What?" she asked, her smile faltering slightly for the first time.
"What do you mean, what? You heard what you just said, what were you thinking?" Jim whispered fitfully.
Amanda rolled her eyes, groaning at her father's reaction.
"Why would you do that? Don't you think we have plenty to deal with without people hearing about the orgy at the Weaver place?" Jim continued, exasperated at his daughter's recklessness and blasé attitude.
Amanda considered his concern for a moment before brushing it aside.
"Who cares? What are they gonna do? Arrest us? It's not illegal to give a blow job in your home, dad," she shot back.
"Sure, because that's definitely an accurate description of what you said just happened and was witnessed by probably a hundred people that we have to live with in this community," Jim growled.
"Really? You're still trying to maintain this perfect Weaver image after everything that has happened? Let's just drop the act dad, we are who we are so why do you want to keep pretending that we're some Leave it to Beaver family when we're not? It's getting really old," Amanda replied sharply.
Jim inhaled and prepared to offer a retort but halfway through lost his motivation. Who was he kidding? If it wasn't tonight, it might have been tomorrow or next week. The reputation that his family used to enjoy was tarnished and if he were going to try to pretend otherwise it was always going to be an exercise in futility. The delusion that he had been holding onto that any shred of normalcy and respectability could be salvaged or rebuilt was just making everything harder.
He sighed in defeat, knowing that there was nothing he could say that would change what had happened and what it would mean going forward.
"Fine, you win. I'm going to bed," he said, turning away from his cum-stained daughter and laying on his side.
Jim closed his eyes and tried to ignore the heavy silence that filled the space between them as Amanda sat on the bed no doubt staring at the back of his head. He felt her shift her weight and move closer to him, eventually feeling her breath on the back of his neck. He cursed himself when the sensation of her warm breath on his skin and closeness of her body caused blood to swell in his crotch.
It would only get worse for him as his incorrigible daughter leaned down and started kissing the back of his neck and making her way around his face. As her thick, wet lips smacked against the skin of his neck, then cheeks and then finally his mouth he lost the battle he was having with his will and kissed her back. Her lips were sticky and when she began flitting her tongue into his mouth, he noticed it was clearly still covered in a film of semen.
He wrestled with how strange it was that the knowledge that he was tasting the cum of other men on his daughter's lips and mouth didn't repulse him. He wasn't interested in men in the least, and if offered these same bounties from the source directly he would be the first to admit it wasn't his bag, but the sluttiness of his daughter had been incredibly alluring to him from the very beginning of their torrid, incestuous affair.
"I've been bad, daddy. Please punish your bad little girl," she whispered in-between soft, wet kisses.
Jim's cock surged and he turned to face his daughter, wrapping her in his embrace as their kisses intensified. He hungrily kissed her and licked the skin around her bee-stung lips, cleaning her a little as he enjoyed her sumptuous mouth and tongue. He remembered the sight of her plastered tits and grabbed at them, scooping them up and bringing them up to his mouth. He enveloped as much of her breast as he could with his mouth, suckling and squeezing it before turning his attention to the other. He devoured Amanda's massive tits, heaving mouthfuls of her soft flesh into his mouth over and over and sucking so intensely on her nipples that she yelped in pleasure.
"I knew you liked it," Amanda panted.
The truth was that Jim did like it. His daughter's slutty behavior drove him absolutely wild. While he would have preferred if it was slightly less public, he could not deny that it turned him on. It was perhaps a little bit dangerous that his daughter had such a clear understanding of that fact, however, and had tremendous skill in wielding its power to manipulate him. Jim had truly been pissed off and wanted nothing more than to turn a cold shoulder to her in order to both punish her and make it known that he did not approve of her actions.
Instead, what had happened was that she flipped his demeanor with nothing more than a kiss and a sultry tone asking for a different kind of punishment. He tried to latch onto those thoughts and emotions as he cradled Amanda's cum-splattered face in his hands and kissed her madly, but it was futile. He was fully enraptured by the young harlot and her whoring around at the expense of his family's dwindling reputation.
Perhaps tomorrow would offer an opportunity to speak about his concerns with more seriousness, but in this moment, they were just getting in the way.
"No one had my pussy tonight, I saved it all for you," Amanda purred.
No sooner than she had said it than Jim felt her velvety soft hand slip between his legs and grip his cock between the slit in his boxers. He was hard in her hand and Jim thrusted his hips towards her in anticipation of what would come next.
"I swallowed so much cum tonight daddy; my belly is full of it. I let anyone who wanted to shoot it right here," Amanda continued, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.
She was driving Jim wild now, and he almost wished he had been able to witness the events that she was describing to him.
"How many?" He panted as she continued stroking him.
"Honestly, I lost count. It was just one after another, I bet it was close to ten. I wanted more but some of the boys were too shy," she detailed.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you embarrassed about what everyone thinks of you now?" Jim teased.
Amanda laughed softly before answering.
"Of course not, I want them to know I'm a slut. I hope they know that wherever I am and whenever they see me, they can shove their cocks in me. I want to be used. I want to be taken advantage of whenever someone needs a place to dump their load," she went on.
