Your Father Is A Heavy Sleeper [Second Person] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]

*Alright, this one REALLY got away from me as a roleplay, but I’m not sorry. Obviously, can stand as it’s own shirt story. But, it’s incest so I’m posting it on my throwaway instead of my main. Also, you’re welcome. Don’t act like you didn’t like it, lol. You clicked on the title for a reason, haha! Enjoy!!!*

You’ve just accepted the fact you’ve been incestuous towards your father for as long as you’ve been awake, sexually speaking. Not that he’s ever made any kind of advancements towards you, nor has he ever even *looked* at you in that way. It’s a pretty fucked up way to see it, but that’s a reason you’re deeply attracted to him (among a slew of other reasons).

You and your mother, on the other hand… well, the fact that her name in your phone has always been “The Bitch” sorta speaks for itself…

That’s not to say she wasn’t ignorant of what you were doing, before everything. She’s a woman after all and as much as you hate admitting it, it is true that a mother always knows. No matter how willfully ignorant your dad was anytime he dismissed your actions as “just being a Daddy’s girl. It’s innocent, is all.”

Always making him his coffee *just* right. Always bringing him things, talking to him, making him laugh, doing things for him. However, your parents’ problems didn’t start with you suddenly becoming *her* competition and they didn’t end there either. Not that you knew that, of course.

So, when you left for college, you figured your parents might get a long better with you, “the *clear and apparent* winner” as you overtly prided yourself as, out of the house. You saw it as a young and assertive woman, journeying out into the world, making her way in life.

Well, 3 years go by and suddenly your father hits you with the “Your mother and I are getting a divorce.”

*ALL* of you is very excited. You started tell him that it’s great, she was never any good for him, she held him back, all those encouraging things you wanted to say to him about your own mother, but that was as good as a band-aid on a bullet wound.

It was the editor at the publishing house your father wrote so many novels for that called you. They told you they’d learned your dad had stopped writing, was drinking more than usual, was in deep with his depression this time.

To say your roommates saw you *mad* for the first time would be an understatement. You actually told your best friend while packing your things “I have to go home and clean up the *THE MESS* my mother left in her wake!”

Getting home, things were pretty bad. You found yourself cleaning the house, making him food that was 10x healthier than what he’d been feeding himself, minding him that he needed to drink more water, spend time in the sun on the back porch. Tried to push him into running with you, but that wasn’t gonna happen.

You made some good progress, but the one thing that never changed would be him shutting himself up in his bedroom and drinking until he passed out, and *hard.* you’d go in there, leave a large insulated cup of ice water next to his bed, put his vodka bottle back in the freezer, his favorite drinking glass in the sink.

One night, you realized his hard sleeping habits were rather… to be interpreted, so to speak. That night, you went in to clean things and he was sleeping naked (not new), but he wasn’t exactly *covered,* so to speak. You weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that he was packing serious head between his legs, but this was the first time you actually *saw* it.

You were soft, slow and gentle as your hand touched his cock. Your strokes were gentle, your hand calmly wrapping around his cock as it got thicker and bigger. Your pace was slow, but your grip was firm. It just kept getting *bigger!* You thought to yourself “With this *literal* mother fucker ever *STOP GROWING!?”*

You weren’t feeling guilty about it, which you admit isn’t a good thing. Someone suffers from the sin of *pride* a little too much. However, that breathing of his. Those quiet, unconscious moans? No, those were too much for you to stop now.

At some point during this whole thing, you thought to yourself “Wait a minute… when did I start sucking him off!?” You opened your eyes and looked down, your salive having drenched those huge balls of his.

He suddenly made a loud moan, shifting his head and turning away from you. You stopped, making an audible *pop* off his cock as you waited to see if he was going to wake up. He didn’t. God, he could probably sleep through a war!

You quietly thought to yourself “Everything’s okay, Dad. Just go back to sleep. It’s only your own flesh and blood daughter giving you some good ol’ Sloppy Toppy! *NO BIG DEAL!!!”*

Probably the most you’ve ever shamed yourself, but you went back to throating that fat cock anyways, didn’t you? In fact, you climbed onto the bed, got between his legs and (despite being calm and controlling, to make sure he stayed asleep) went to town on that cock.

His heavy breathing slowly turned to sleepy moans of pleasure. Talking in his sleep, all he could say was “Fuck… mmm…. shit…” If he’d been awake he’d have seen you smiling around his cock, bobbing up and down with your giggles of shameless pride. The biggest mistake anyone could do is give you positive feedback like unintentional and mindless swearing.

Suddenly, he grabbed your head, gripping you tight as his hips began to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your scream of fear was muffled by his cock, covered by his primal groans and growls as he began to pump thick spurts of cum down your throat.

“Shit!” You scolded yourself in your head. “I just *had* to keep going, didn’t I? Sorry you woke up to cumming in my mouth! Your daughter is just a dumb, dick drunk whore! That’ll sound *real* good out loud, won’t it?”

With one more aggressive thrust, holding you there, he suddenly let go and collapsed back on the bed. You came up, gasping for air and ready to apologize for everything, but…

*”This mother fucker is really still asleep!?”*

Well, a bitch ain’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, now is she? You grabbed his cup and vodka bottle, left the water on the side table and probably left skid marks on the carpet as you peeled the fuck out of there at top speed. You quickly did the two or three dishes that were in the sink, went back upstairs and checked on him, still asleep, and you locked yourself in your room.

There, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your messy hair made it almost apparent that you got face fucked by your own father in his sleep. So, you did what any *rational* secretly incestuous girl would do…

Furiously masturbate to the whole ordeal, wondering if your wet needy hole drooled so bad it left a stain at the foot of your dad’s bed.

The next day, you slept in because you spent all night working your hole over. When you got up, you saw your father… making breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon. He was happy. Well, happ*ier,* he was still hung over, still everything else, especially after the day went on. However, he looked like he’d made some kind of progress.

He even said to you “I don’t get it, I feel so… relieved. I don’t know why…”

“Guess you got some good sleep then.” You said out loud, quietly thinking “After dumping the *fattest* load I’ve ever taken down my throat, that is!”

That night, it was business as usual. Your dad got his bottle of vodka, his favorite drinking glass and shut himself in his room to get drunk.

However, guess who shut herself up in *her* room to do a little *pre gaming* of her own? You stripped naked, spread your legs and started to tease and edge that already swollen and needy clit of yours. You could already feel that heartbeat deep in your kitty. Your clit screamed, cried and begged for at least *one* orgasm

“Hush now, little one.” You humorously said to your clit, “No cumming for us until you get good and *stuffed* full of that dick in the other room.”

A few hours went by. Your poor father drank himself into another stupor. Meanwhile, his daughter transformed herself into a fiery ball of sexual frustration, your brain now degraded into a filthy soup of perversion and pussy juice.

Then, the time came. You saw yourself in the mirror and you looked good and sex drunk yourself. If anyone else lived in this house, they’d know there wouldn’t be any stopping you from getting what you’ve convinced yourself you *BOTH* need at this point.

By the time you watched yourself saunter into your dad’s bedroom, bare naked and water in hand, you thought if things went south at some point, you can blame demonic possession, because you have almost no control over yourself at this point.

It started like it had before. Gentle and soft rubs, moving to soft strokes with a firm grip. This time, you’re aware of yourself when you wrap your lips around his cock, getting him good and sloppy like before. That loud, labored breathing and soft moans giving you life as the did before.

This time, when you climbed into his bed, it was to straddle him. You’d worked his cock into a strong, slick rod that you started to rub against your *very* angry clit. Shivers shooting up your spine, feeling like your hair is standing on end as your scalp tingles.

You quietly giggled to yourself as you said in your head, “And now, your feature presentation.”

You slowly lifted your hips, the head of his cock trailing from your clit down further and further until it came to rest rather neatly, right at the entrance.

“Awe, Daddy. Just the tip? Pretty please?” You pouted to yourself in your brain.

Once you started lowering your hips, pushing that cock inside yourself, all that shit talking in your brain stopped. You were getting seriously stretched, struggling to take this dick without making too much noise. You hugged yourself, holding your tits as you sank his cock deeper and deeper inside you until you took it to the hilt. The head of his cock good and snug against your cervix. You stayed there, not moving and getting used to it. By the looks of your father’s sleeping face, he was getting used to it too.

“The man just stretched me so wide, I think I just lost my virginity *again* and he has the audacity to lay there and sleep?”

Your clit pressed tight against his pelvis, you started to hump a little bit. Any thoughts you tried to have came up as wires misfiring everywhere in your brain. Waves of pleasure ripped your body to shreds as your felt the orgasm you denied yourself all night ripple all through your trembling body.

“Oopsy woopsy! I had a widdle fucky wucky!” You involuntarily thought, followed by “I’m so glad no one can hear my dumb thoughts.”

Feeling your pussy contract around his dick, your dad started to get the “I’m about to cum” look again. You were kinda sad, but it was to be expected. After all, he is asleep and not putting any effort in.

Once his hands reached up and unconsciously grabbed your hips, the pride in you took hold again. You leaned forward, gripping the sheets on either side of his head *tight* as you bit your bottom lip. You looked down at his poor, struggling face as your hips moved slowly, but thoroughly.

“Alright, time get this bread, girl! More like time to get this girl *BRED!”* You thought to yourself. “C’mon, Dad. Cum. Drain your *fucking* nuts of the same seed you used to *make* this tight little fuckhole of yours!”

His grip on your hips tightened. In his sleep, he called our rather loudly. “I’m cumming! I’m… NNNGH!”

You quickly pushed him deep inside you as you felt his cock pulse. You somehow managed another orgasm, the contracting walls of your pussy milking every last drop out him, repainting your insides with a thick coating. You laid down on top of him, just wanting to feel your naked body pressed against his. To your pleasant surprise, he wrapped his arms around you and started to cuddle you.

You laid there for a little while. Long enough for his cock to shrink inside you, falling out of him. Gently, you got back up, climbing off him and looking at the rather large and obvious mess you left in his lap.

“Looks like ol’ *puddles* strikes again! No one ever said I was neat and tidy, now did they?”

For a hot second you think about licking it all up. The evidence of an unreasonably horny daughter and a drunk father. Then… you decide against it. Wanting him to keep guessing just why he’s so much more relieved as of late. That and his crotch smelling like pussy in the morning.

You lean down, covering him back up in his blanket and give him a quick peck on his lips. “Love you, Daddy.” You whisper ever so quietly, but enough for your sweet and innocent voice to reach his sleeping ears.

You take his cup and vodka bottle and you start to saunter out of his room. You hear I’m A Boss As Bitch playing in your head as his cum dribbles down your bare legs. You pour yourself a finger of vodka into the glass, quickly drinking it down before gently closing the bedroom door behind you.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n6zmdf/your_father_is_a_heavy_sleeper_second_person