I started drinking the day my divorce was finalized. My wife left me for a farrier. Don’t know what a farrier is? Neither does Microsoft Word as they underline it in red every time I type it. What kind of bullshit job gets a red underline on Microsoft Word? He’s a horse shoer for Christ sakes. Hell, even “shoer” gets a red underline what the fuck?! Don’t judge me for that, you’d drink too if your wife left you for horse-farrier-shoer-shit kicker fuck nuts. Anyway, she left me, ok, that’s life. Fine, go, live and be well. The good news was that about a year after the divorce our daughter, Lucille (named after BB King’s guitar not that stupid Kenny Rogers song) recently chose to come and live with me.

Even though Lucy was old enough to take care of herself I figured I should stop drinking myself to sleep every night. It wasn’t easy though. Plus, she’d been driving for a few years so it made getting fucked up easy to rationalize. Still, she was with me for a good six months before I finally got serious about it.

One night Lucille had gone to bed early so I opened a new bottle of Jack and started doing my thing. “My Thing” consisted of Jack Daniels, Stevie Ray Vaughn and lots and lots of porn. Of course, since my daughter moved in, I had to start using head phones and locking the door to my office. The drinking, however, hadn’t really changed yet.

After about an hour of Tennessee whiskey, Texas blues and California Girl-on-Girl it was time to stumble to bed. I wasn’t quite “pass out” drunk yet so I was pretty fuckin proud of that. I walked through the house closing curtains and checking doors and turning off lights. I headed down the hall to my room stopping by Lucy’s on the way to check on her like when she was little and I was a good, sober father and her mother wasn’t fucking Willie Nelson. Her door wasn’t all the way closed so I gently pushed it open.

Her bed was up against the far wall, under the window with the head board against the wall to the right. Her room faced the backyard and the back porch light was just outside her window filling her room with a soft, warm glow. Her blankets had fallen on the floor so I walked in to take care of it just like back when she was little and I was… well, you know.

Before reaching down to pick up her blankets I noticed her body in the light. She was facing toward the wall kind of hugging her pillow. Her T-shirt had come up exposing the small of her back. The only other thing she wore was a pair of tiny, light blue panties. I don’t know how long I stood there looking at my daughter’s ass when I heard her tiny voice.

“Daddy?” well, shit. She had some framed pictures on the wall next to her bed and my refection was crystal clear.

“Is everything ok, Dad?”

“Yes, Princess, I just came in to fix your blankets so you wouldn’t get cold. Go back to sleep now.”

I covered her up, left her room and walked the rest of the way to mine. That’s when I realized I had a raging hard-on. What the fuck? I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t stop thinking of that perfect, little ass glowing in the soft light. I slid into my bed and almost instantly started stroking my cock. I thought about what it would be like to touch it, to gently squeeze it. I imagined rubbing my face against her little panties and kissing her smooth ass cheeks. I thought about pushing my cock against her. Feeling both cheeks on either side of my cock. My little girl’s ass was fucking perfect. I imagined sliding her panties down and rubbing my cock against her bare bottom. That was it. I exploded on my belly and in my hand and groaned a lot louder than I intended. Ok, so I just jacked off to my daughter’s ass. Clearly I can never do that again. Fortunately, alcohol makes ignoring things easier.

The next three days I made it point to go to bed before Lucille and I also made it a point to get blind drunk to do it. The little bit of time we spent together in the evenings was like it had always been except that I found myself looking at her differently. She never noticed or, if she did, she never let on.

On the 4th day I spent the evening dealing with work stuff at home and wasn’t able to start drinking as early as I usually liked. I wasn’t worried though, I had managed to forget about what had happened and became totally distracted with work. From my office I heard Lucille come home and heard the beeps of the microwave as she made her dinner.

Around midnight Lucy gently knocked on my office door. I think I’ve neglected to mention that she usually has to help me to bed and I usually have no recollection of it happening. It occurred to me that she must think I’m in my usual state and that this was just like most other nights. She opened the door and stepped into my office as I swung my chair around to tell her that I was actually fine to get myself to bed. She was wearing a tiny white tank top that came down to just above her belly button and little gray panties.

“It’s time to go to bed Daddy.”

“Honey I…”

“No arguments now. Let’s get you to bed.”

She walked over to my chair, took my hands in hers and pulled me up to my feet. When she reached down for me I got a view of her perfect, young breasts down the top of her shirt. I decided to keep my mouth shut and let her take me to bed. Once I was on my feet she tucked herself under my arm and led me down the hall to my bedroom. I stayed silent and even threw in a few minor stumbles to add authenticity. For a brief moment I felt a twinge of shame when I realized I was acting drunk so I could be close to my daughter’s half naked body but the small amount of Jack Daniels I was able to consume was just enough to beat that twinge down and even kick it in the ribs a few times. Perfect.

She sat me on my bed, told me to put my arms up and slid my shirt up and off me. I actually did have vague memories of her helping me like this but most nights I drank in my office and woke up in my bed. Sometimes I was still completely dressed and other times I wasn’t. She took care of it all. She told me to put my head on the pillow and lay flat. I did as I was told wondering what, exactly, was next.

She started unbuttoning my pants. I couldn’t start protesting now or she would have known I was faking it but my cock was already hard from her body rubbing against me from the walk down the hall. There would be no hiding it from her even thru my boxers. Holy shit, she’s not gonna take of my boxers is she? Oh fuck, please take off my boxers. Do NOT take off my boxers. Take em off take em off take em off… whatthefuckiswrongwithme?!

Leaving my boxers on, she pulled the blankets over me, kissed my cheek and said goodnight. There was no way she didn’t notice Mr. Boner but it didn’t seem to bother her. Maybe I usually had a hard-on when she put me to bed and she was just used to it? Oh ya, I’m a shoo in for Father Of The Year no doubt.

I watched her little ass as she walked out of my room knowing I’d be thinking about those little panties very soon. She closed the door and I was alone. Alone with a Full Salute, the thought of her ass in tiny, gray panties and Lefty the Wonder Palm. Fuck…I can’t do this. I took a deep breath and decided to put it all out of my mind and just go to sleep. Ok, first I reached into my nightstand for the bottle of Jack I kept hidden in there, took a swig and then tried to go to sleep.

10 minutes later the door opened, and my daughter walked back in.

I could see her perfectly in the moonlight from the window as she quietly stepped to the other side of my bed. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see that my eyes were open since my face was in the shadows. I watched as she lifted her top up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her young breasts were larger than most girls her age and I hadn’t realized she had large areolas. Just the way I like em…fuck! She gently slid into the bed next to me.

“Daddy?” she whispered. I didn’t say a fuckin thing.

She moved my arm up over my head so she could snuggle up to my side. I began to realize that this was something she had done before. Perhaps many times. It all seemed like routine. She laid her head on my shoulder and whispered, It’s ok Daddy, you just keep sleeping and let me take care of you. Her words were barely audible but there was no mistaking her hand sliding down my stomach and under my boxers.

I tried to keep my breathing steady as Lucille wrapped her little hand around my cock. I felt her little toes rubbing my leg as she slowly stroked me and whispering little things in my ear like “its ok Daddy…” “I’ll take care of you Daddy” and “Let your little girl touch you, Daddy”. I couldn’t believe my little daughter was doing and saying these things to me. I knew I should stop her OF COURSE YOU SHOULD STOP HER! Or, at least, turn over so she’d have to stop but I just couldn’t. It felt so good to have her touch me that way and say those tender, sweet things to me. Truthfully, I knew the moment she climbed into bed with me that I wasn’t going to stop her so I chose to just embrace the moment and let whatever was going to happen just happen.

I knew she wouldn’t be doing these things if she didn’t think I was passed out drunk but I got passed out drunk a lot. I had to wonder how often this happened and how far was it going to go. I didn’t have to wonder long when she sat up, slowly pushed the blankets off of us and tied her hair back in a ponytail. I recalled how her mother used to do that when she was about to go… No fucking way is THAT about to happen

Lucille moved to the bottom of the bed and sat in between my feet that she had spread apart to make room for her. She gently pulled my boxers down and I was acutely aware that my little girl was looking at my dick. Her father’s dick. That SHE made hard. Oh my God this is crazy. She pulled my boxers all the way off and dropped them on the floor. I tried so hard to keep my breathing an even pace but it was getting more and more difficult.

Suddenly both my daughter’s little hands were stroking my cock. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see that my eyes were a little open as I watched her work me and, just as I knew would happen, her head slowly moved downward till I felt her soft lips on the head of my dick. She moaned quietly as she gave it little kisses and tiny licks. She was taking her time. She kissed her way down my shaft and then licked her way back up and then repeated the process a few times before taking me in her mouth.

I looked down to watch her head moving up and down on my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and felt amazing. For a moment the father in me felt concern that his young daughter knew how to suck dick so well but the Jack Daniels in me soon drowned him out. Oh my god, my little girl’s mouth is on my cock… I no longer thought it in shock and shame but instead I let the feeling if her mouth, the sound of her moans and the whole taboo scenario take over. I loved it. The fact that it was my own daughter no longer freaked me out as I desired, more than anything to cum in her sweet mouth. Usually, when I had been drinking, it took me longer to finish but this was an unusual circumstance. As I felt myself getting to the point of no return, only one thought kept repeating in my mind; I can’t believe I’m gonna cum in my daughter’s mouth. I can’t believe I’m gonna cum in my daughter’s mouth. OhfuckIcantbelieveImgonnacuminmyown…. Daughter’s…. mou..

A deep moan escaped me as my cum exploded into her. She held still and kept her lips tight on my cock so nothing spilled out. She took it all. It seemed as if I would never stop cumming until finally the pumping slowed to a stop and she slowly slid her mouth up and off my wet dick. My eyes were closed for real and I heard her swallow.

After a few moments she got up, put the blankets back on me and walked out closing the door behind her. I’d like to tell you that I stopped drinking that night and I never let anything like that happen again but as any man who has received a blow job from his daughter will tell you; that was only the beginning.

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