I’m over 20 and have been living alone with my dad since my mom left. I’m on medication that knocks me out cold at night, leaving me vulnerable and unaware of my surroundings. Recently, I’ve started noticing something unusual when I wake up: my panties are slightly down, and I’m covered in dry cum. It didn’t take me long to figure out that it was my dad doing this to me. I should be grossed out, but the idea of him using my sleeping body to jerk off sends a thrill down my spine. It’s fucking hot as hell, and I can’t get enough of it.
I decide to test the waters, to see how far I can push this. I plan to act like I’m sleeping the next time he comes into my room. I want to suck him for real, to feel his length in my mouth, to taste him. The thought of it makes me wet with anticipation. I can only imagine how he’ll react, if he’ll let me, if he’ll teach me how to please him. I’m nervous, but the excitement overrides the fear. I want this, and I’m going to make it happen.
The next night, I take my medication and climb into bed, leaving my door slightly open. I hear my dad’s footsteps approaching, and I pretend to be asleep, my breath steady and slow. He enters my room, his presence filling the space. I can feel his eyes on me, and I have to resist the urge to open my eyes and look at him. I feel his large hand on my shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. He moves my panties down slowly, and I can feel his breath on my neck as he positions himself. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. I want him to make the first move, to show me what he wants.
He leans in, his breath hot on my ear, and whispers, “I know you’re awake.” I open my eyes and look up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Prove it,” I challenge, my voice barely a whisper. He smirks back, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Oh, I will,” he says, his voice low and husky. He pulls back and I sit up, my eyes never leaving his as I reach out and take his cock in my hand. I can feel the power in it, the thickness, the length. I stroke him slowly, feeling him pulse in my hand. I lean in and take him in my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I suck him slowly, taking my time to explore his length, his girth, his taste. He lets out a low groan, his hands tangling in my hair as he guides me. I can feel his hips bucking slightly, his body taking over as I pleasure him. I’m in control, and I fucking love it.
