Waking up I have the taste of cum in my mouth, not having much memory of what I did last night I remember going out with my friends, having several mixed drinks, leaving the club then the rest is a blur. I really must have been drunk. But at what point did I suck someone's cock?
Wait! I am not even in my own bed? WHAT THE FUCK! I am in my dad's bed. Oh shit...Oh shit...Oh shit...what did I do? Not again!!!
I don't know why this keeps happening. I go out, I get drunk, and then I wake up with the taste of cum in my mouth, and each time I wake up in my father's bed. Naked as well. I don't feel like I got fucked, my pussy while wet doesn't feel sticky from cum. I don't see a condom anywhere.
Searching the condo I check the kitchen garbage which is completely empty. The garbage in the bathroom has stuff in it which I am not about to touch but nothing on top of it. Looking around my father's bed but still nothing. Let me check my room. Looking around nothing.
I don't feel like I had sex yet I can taste cum in my mouth. I need to brush my teeth. Looking into the mirror as I brush my teeth some of it is starting to come to me. I remember being dropped off at the condo. I remember taking my heels off because the neighbors always complain about the noises we make in the middle of the night being that we live above them. But at what point did I get cum in my mouth? Then it hits me. I went from almost not remembering anything to it coming to me like a freight train. I remember it clearly now. I walked past the small living room, into daddy's room, checking to see if he was asleep and then there I found him on top of the covers with his cock sticking out of his boxers.
But did I? I couldn't have. Or did I? Yeah I think I did. I think I did sneak into daddy's bed and laid next to him while staring at his cock. I am starting to remember the details. It is all starting to come back to me. My face close to it. Sniffing. Oh the scent of a real man. Sticking out my tongue and running it up and down the length of his cock.
Oh my god I did didn't I? It's all clear now. I remember after licking his pee hole slowly opening my mouth and sliding the piece of man meat into my mouth. Going all so slowly while feeling it with my tongue and lips as I go up and down.
But was he awake when I did this? I don't remember him saying anything. He didn't touch me; at least I don't think he did. But why? Why did I do that? Again? This is getting out of hand.
I got to stop thinking about this. What is done is done. I can't turn back the clock now. I just hope he doesn't remember anything. How his daughter took advantage of him while he was asleep laying in his queen size bed with his cock so hard, so desirable, just there for a woman to get a taste.
Then I hear him waking up. Oh shit! I run to my room climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers up to my neck. I don't have time to get some clothes on. Just feign sleep. Pretending this didn't happen. He won't remember it. He will just think he had an erotic dream. Then I hear him in the living room "Hey kiddo, WAKE UP! I am making you coffee to take with you to your mothers."
Yes my parents are divorced. Dad moved into another town not far from mom's into a small one level condo. It's not bad except for the grumpy neighbors below us. But I hear them through the floor. I even heard the woman masturbating which I know she was between the moans and her mans car not in the usual parking spot.
My car is in the shop thanks to my idiot mother driving drunk home one night borrowing my car and claims she hit some black ice and wrapped the damn thing around a pole. Granted she did say she would buy me a new one if they can't fix it. Either way dad has to drive me back and forth when I come to visit.
Being 21 we no longer do the every other weekend thing. We just randomly pick weekends to have me sleep over and he is cool with me going out with friends at night. They even like my dad; a few have a crush on him. Amanda even said to me if she slept over she would sneak into his bed and get him all hard and ride him before he had a chance to wake up and stop her.
I know she would too which is why she isn't allowed to sleep over. Besides I am too old for sleep overs. Granted my room still looks like it did when I was growing up here.
"Here sweetie, drink this it will hep with your hangover."
"What makes you think I was drinking?"
"Father's intuition."
Dad leaving the room I quickly get out of the bed and grab some sweat pants, not bothering with panties, and throw on a t-shirt I ease my way out of my room into the living room.
"Honey got any plans with mom?"
"No. You know how she is; it is football season and she will probably be in front of the tube with a 6-pack of beer yelling at the TV like that helps."
"I remember those days. Me being the guy and not into football or sports in general married to a woman that loves football."
"Yeah dad. If it wasn't for mom I would think you are gay."
"Funny. Drink up and lets get going."
"Alright, let me grab my purse."
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"Mom?"
"Fucking idiot, run the damn play!!!"
"MOM!"
"Sorry sweetie just these damn players. They will never get to the Super Bowl playing like that."
"Mom I need to talk to you."
"What's up?"
"I need to ask you something. Don't freak out, just remember I am an adult now."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. I just have a question about something one of my friends told me."
"What is it?"