My Drunken Daddy Does Me Doggy Style
by Cate Aria
Ever since my mom passed, my daddy has been drowning his sorrows at the bar. I really missed him. That was why, when he stumbled in drunk, mistaking me for my mom, I pretended to be her. Letting him touch me and kiss me felt wrong, bit so good. When he asked me to blow him, I didn't hesitate. Yet, as he mounted me from behind, I felt guilty, taking advantage of him; just not guilty enough to stop.