You sneak into your parent's bedroom and open your mom's dresser. In the top drawer you find a pair of white cotton panties that you slip on. Closing the drawer you open the next and find a bra. Somehow the change has given you a sense of how to put it on without fumbling.
Closing that drawer, you bend down to check the next when your father staggers in. He reaches down and hugs you from behind, the smell of booze on him is strong.
"I thought you were goin' to your sister's **hic** for the weekend." He says.
You freeze, scared that you might be caught, so you say, "I decided not to hunny bunny." You cringe, as you realize you even sound a bit like your mom when you used her pet name for your father.
He rocks on top of you slowly as he nibbles on your neck, "Mmmm, sugar. You only say that when you want to be playful and your bunny is getting horny." His hands come to your breasts and start to massage.
You moan, as you feel your nipples respond to his stimulation. But you also panic as your rear feels something harden. You feel relief though when he releases you.
Suddenly, the lights go off and he takes your hand leading you to the bed. You feel the rising fear in you as he guides you to the bed onto your back. He leans down and kisses you.
You resist at first, but his instance breaks you down as he forces his tongue into your mouth. You gag from the strong taste of alcohol still on his breath. You push your tongue against his, trying to force it out, but this only results in a strange, moist feeling that is starting to build between your legs.
Snap. You feel the bra come off as your father moves down to your large breasts.
"My hun, your tits look bigger." He mouths and suckles on your left nipple sending waves of pleasure over you. You start to moan, unable to be silent. After several minutes of suckling you feel him wiggle down to your groin, removing the panties you put on.
Then you feel his tongue in your nether lips, licking you deep. Your fingers dig into the bedspread as you buck. He looks up, "My you are sweeter right now."
Your mind races. You remember how you got this way - the tampon, and why women use one. "Yes hun! I am 'on the rag' so I guess it's not a good time to..."
You father rises, bringing a sigh of relief to you. But it quickly dissipates when you see him strip and climb on top of you. You are about to protest when his head enters your body.
You cry out, as your spasms grip his manhood. You shiver as he rocks into you, back and forth slowly building speed. Soon you feel her sacs slapping at your entrance as your juices has coating his shaft in your juices. Again and again he thrusts, ramming you until you feel him release in you, his climax fueling yours as your honey rushes over his shaft.
He continues to pump into you until he finally has unloaded every ounce in you. He rolls off you, exhausted and falls quickly asleep - part from booze, part from the sex.
You lay there stunned but quickly succumb to fatigue yourself.
In the morning you awake first, quickly grabbing some clothes you leave and call your friend Pat, unsure what to do: