I leaned into the mirror, pouting, as I ran a slick of gloss over my lips—peachy pink, Mum’s favourite. The bedroom was a bloody bomb site: hairbrushes, false lashes, about six outfits strewn across my bed. I’d finally settled on skinny black jeans and a low-cut emerald green top that hugged my boobs like a second skin. A gold chain sat just above my cleavage, catching the light every time I moved. My hair was big and bouncy after half a can of mousse, and I’d gone heavy on the mascara. If I was gonna turn heads tonight, might as well commit.
“ALISON!” Mum’s voice rang up the stairs. “You ready, honey?”
“Nearly! Jesus, keep your wig on!” I yelled back, laughing to myself as I grabbed my little black bag and did a final once-over in the mirror.
The butterflies in my stomach were going absolutely mental.
I clattered down the stairs, trying not to break an ankle in my new heels. Mum was waiting at the bottom, radiant in a deep purple wrap dress, her dark hair in soft waves. Dad stood behind her in a smart navy shirt, looking proud and slightly impatient. And Andy, my pain-in-the-arse brother, was lounging against the wall, scrolling on his phone.
Mum looked up and her face lit up. “Oh, look at you! Gorgeous!”
Dad gave a low whistle. “You’ll be beating them off with a stick, love.”
Andy snorted. “She’ll scare ’em off dressed like that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Cheers, Andy. Good to know your support is unwavering.”
Mum elbowed him. “Oi, leave her be. She looks stunning.”
He just grinned, shameless. “I mean, yeah, if you’re aiming for drunk uncles drooling on you.”
“Right,” I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder, “as if I’m gonna waste this on the likes of Uncle Pete.”
Mum burst out laughing, and Dad just shook his head fondly. “C’mon, gang. Let’s go tear this party up.”
The venue was already buzzing when we arrived—a big, echoey hall decked out in fairy lights and shimmering streamers. The bass from the DJ booth made the floor vibrate under my feet. People were already crowding the bar, jackets thrown over chairs, laughter slicing through the air like sharp little blades.
It was adults only—thank God. No screeching kids, no awkward babysitting. Just grown-ups letting loose, pint glasses clinking and handbags abandoned under tables.
We dumped our coats, and straight away Mum made a beeline for Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mick, both already halfway through their first bottle of prosecco. Dad peeled off to the bar with Uncle Kev.
Andy nudged me. “Drink?”
“Is the Pope Catholic?” I said, grinning.
We pushed our way through to the bar, shoulder to shoulder with aunts, uncles, cousins I hadn’t seen in years. The smells hit me—spilt beer, cheap perfume, fried canapés someone had sneaked in. It was alive in here. Every sense was buzzing.
Andy ordered two vodka cranberries without asking, sliding one toward me.
“Cheers, baby sis,” he said, clinking his glass against mine.
“Cheers to not punching you tonight,” I replied sweetly, and he barked a laugh.
The first sip hit hard, sweet and burny at the same time. I shivered, grinned, and we dove back into the crowd.
It wasn’t long before Mum yanked me onto the dance floor, shouting, “Come on, Al! Show ’em how it’s done!”
The music was proper cheesy—classic ’90s bangers—but I didn’t care. I threw my arms up, swinging my hips, hair sticking to my forehead. Mum was right beside me, laughing, twirling around like we were at a bloody hen do. Andy stayed lurking by the bar at first, pretending he was too cool, but by the third round of shots, he was roped in too.
At some point, Cousin Leah appeared, glass of rosé in hand, dragging me towards a circle of distant relatives.
“You look insane, Al! Proper grown up!” she squealed, tugging me into a hug that smelled of sweet wine and expensive perfume.
“Thanks, babe. I feel insane,” I laughed, wobbling slightly on my heels. “God, it’s like my body’s all jellied.”
“You need another drink, that’s what!” she declared.
Next thing I knew, another glass was shoved into my hand.
The night blurred into golden moments: clinking glasses, Mum and Auntie Sarah belting out old Spice Girls lyrics, Dad trying—and failing—to moonwalk, Andy mock-dancing with Uncle Mick. Laughter rang out everywhere, real and messy and warm.
Halfway through yet another song, sweat trickling down my back, I slumped onto a chair by the wall, breathing hard. That’s when I spotted them—Mum and Dad, dancing right in the middle of it all.
No showy moves, no posing. Just…them. Swaying together like no one else existed.
Dad had one hand low on Mum’s back, and she was looking up at him, eyes crinkled in that way they do when she’s really, properly happy. They looked…beautiful. Solid. Like all the shouting and slammed doors and boring Sunday dinners hadn’t chipped away at the real them underneath it all.
I wiped at my eyes before anyone could see.
Andy flopped down next to me, handing me a pint glass half-full of something suspiciously clear.
“Vodka lemonade,” he said, nudging it at me. “Hydration.”
I took it, grinning. “You’re not so bad. For a muppet.”
He shrugged, smirking. “You’re alright too. For an embarrassing little sister.”
“Oi,” I said, giving him a playful shove. “I’m a legend.”
He just laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulder, and for a minute we sat there, watching our crazy, noisy, wonderful family making absolute tits of themselves on the dance floor.
Later, long after midnight, after another drink (or three), I ended up back on the floor, arms flailing with Leah and Auntie Sarah. I was drunk, no question. Everything was fuzzy at the edges. My cheeks ached from laughing, my throat was raw from singing.
But inside, oh God, inside I felt good. Alive.
I needed the toilet and I stumbled off the dance floor.
I weaved my way through the crowd, clutching onto chairs and random shoulders like a drunken sailor. Every time I blinked, the room seemed to shift a little to the left.
“Watch it, lightweight!” Andy yelled after me, laughing.
“Shut it, twat!” I threw back over my shoulder, blowing him a kiss as I staggered on.
I finally managed to get to the toilet without falling over and entering one of the cubicles.
The cubicle door slammed behind me with a bang that made me jump and giggle at the same time. I leaned my forehead against the cold metal for a second, breathing out through my nose, trying to stop the room from spinning.
“Pull yourself together, Al,” I muttered, yanking my jeans down and plonking myself on the loo.
I sat there for a second longer than necessary, elbows on my knees, grinning to myself like a loon. My head felt fizzy, and my cheeks were on fire, but God, it was a good drunk. The type where your heart feels too big for your chest and every song sounds like your favourite and every laugh feels like a hug.
When I finally stumbled back out to the sinks, the room looked half-tilted. I heard from behind the wall a male cough, men’s toilets must be just next door. Then I noticed a hole in the wall, omg is that a… Gloryhole.
I was giddy and curious as I went to the hole in the wall as I knocked on the wall heart racing. Moments later a cock appeared through the hole.
I leaned in closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at the thick, veiny shaft that had emerged from the glory hole. It was uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a plump, purple head glistening with pre-cum. I felt a surge of heat between my legs, my drunk mind immediately imagining what it would feel like sliding into my wet pussy. Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around the warm, throbbing cock, giving it a few slow pumps. The man on the other side of the wall let out a low groan, encouraging me to continue. I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches away from the tip, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal.
“Unngh… ahh,” he didn’t speak a word just grunted as I jerked his dick hard and then I put him in my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around the thick head, swirling my tongue over the slit to lap up the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. He tasted divine, and I couldn’t help but moan softly as I took him deeper into my mouth. His cock filled my mouth completely, stretching my lips wide as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I pleasured him through the glory hole.
The man on the other side of the wall groaned loudly, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing against my tongue, growing even harder with each passing second.I knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the way I was working his dick with my mouth. I reached up with one hand, grasping the base of his shaft and pumping it in time with my sucks.
I pulled away for a second and stood up as I undid my jeans and pulled them down and my knickers. I turned around and grabbed this unknown man’s dick as I pressed my ass to the wall. His cock pierce through me as he cock sank inside me. The cold wall with my cheeks pressed against it. I started to move back and forth, oh fuck it felt good.
I moaned loudly as the stranger’s thick cock slid deep inside my wet pussy. The sensation of his hard shaft stretching me open was incredible, and I couldn’t help but push my hips back to take him even deeper. My ass slapped against the wall with his dick rock solid pumping in and out my pussy through the hole in the wall. Turned me on not knowing who was fucking my slit, not being able to be touched due to the wall and a throbbing cock hammering my wet cunt.
“Ahhh yeah… yeah,” I moaned just taking the stranger’s cock repeatedly in my wet snatch.
The stranger’s grunts and groans echoed through the wall as he continued to thrust into me, his cock hitting all the right spots inside my pussy. I could feel him getting closer to climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer either, my clit throbbing in time with the man’s dick pumping into me.
I reached down and rubbed my clit with my fingers, moaning loudly as the extra stimulation sent waves of pleasure through my body. The stranger’s cock twitched inside me, and then he let out a loud groan as he came, his hot cum shooting deep into my pussy.
I clenched around him, milking his cock for every last drop of his release. As the orgasm subsided, I pulled away from the wall, my legs shaking and my pussy still pulsing with pleasure. I quickly pulled up my knickers and jeans, trying to compose myself before anyone noticed what had just happened.
As I left the toilet I saw my dad coming out of the men’s, wait… No.
Wait, what the actual fuck?! My dad?! That was Dad’s cock just…no. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I must have just imagined it, or maybe it was someone who looked like him. No way in hell my own father was just fucking me through a glory hole in the toilets at the family party. So while mum was out there dancing he was in the men’s room getting his dick seen to, by me his daughter.
“Dad,” I stood embarrassed.
Dad looked at me, slightly out of breath, a questioning expression on his face. “Please say that wasn’t you. Don’t tell your mum.”
“Dad,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “That was you, wasn’t it? You were just…you know, with me.”
“I… I didn’t know it was you, I was horny and heard a knock on the wall,” he said looking all red and flushed. “If I knew it was… I would have never.”
Deep down it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know it was me. But he still cheated on Mum, for what a bit of a blowy and pussy. I am ashamed to even think it, but his cock felt so good.
I sighed and I am not sure why I said what I did, “D-did you like it dad, I mean was it good.”
“I… I don’t know what to say Alison… yeah it felt good. I feel bad for saying that,” he said adjusting his shirt.
I just stared at him, my mind reeling. He liked it. He actually liked fucking his own daughter through a glory hole. The thought made my stomach churn, but my pussy was still throbbing, remembering the feel of his cock inside me.
“I… I need to go,” I muttered, turning away before he could see the confusion and arousal on my face.
I stumbled back to the main room, my head spinning. Everywhere seemed too bright, too loud. I spotted Mum on the dance floor, lost in the music, and made my way over to her.
“Alison, darling! You okay?” she asked, noticing my flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. “Y-yeah, Mum, I’m fine,” I said, with a smile.
Mum looked at me, her expression softening. “You sure, love? You don’t look so good. Maybe you should sit down for a bit.”
“I’m alright, honestly,” I said, forcing a laugh. “Just…you know, a bit overwhelmed with all the family and the music and the drinks.” She nodded, placing a hand on my arm. “Well, if you’re sure. But if you need anything, anything at all, you come to me, okay?”
“Okay, Mum,” I replied, squeezing her hand.
I stood there for a moment, listening to the music thumping through the speakers, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. Mum was right, maybe I did need to sit down for a bit. I needed to process everything that had just happened. I excused myself and decided I wanted to go home.
While waiting for a taxi my dad came outside. “Hey Dad, I don’t feel well so I am off home.” I looked at his crotch and back at him. I couldn’t get his dick out of my head. “Come home with me if you like. We… we will have the house to ourselves.”
Dad looked at me, his eyes searching mine. For a moment, I thought he might refuse, that he’d try to talk me out of it or make some excuse. But then he nodded, a look of longing crossing his face.
“Alright, let’s go,” he said quietly. We walked to the taxi rank in silence, the night air cool against our flushed skin. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at my dad, wondering what he was thinking, what he wanted. When we reached the taxi, I got in first, leaving the door open for him. As soon as he slid in beside me, his hand found mine, lacing our fingers together. The taxi pulled away from the curb, and we headed towards home in silence.
Once inside the house, Dad locked the door behind us and turned to face me. “Alison,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded, letting him lead me upstairs.
The stairs creaked under our weight as Dad guided me up, his hand warm and steady on my elbow. My heels wobbled with every step, the vodka and the night’s chaos making my legs feel like jelly. My heart was hammering so loud I swore he could hear it. The house was dark, quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs. It felt like we were stepping into a different world, one where the rules didn’t apply anymore.
We reached my bedroom, and I flicked on the lamp, casting a soft golden glow over the mess—clothes still strewn across the bed, makeup scattered on the dresser. I turned to face Dad, my breath catching. He stood in the doorway, his navy shirt slightly untucked, his face a mix of guilt and something darker, something that made my stomach twist and my pussy throb despite myself.
“Alison,” he said again, voice rough, like he was trying to talk himself out of something. His eyes flicked over me, lingering on the way my emerald top clung to my tits, the gold chain glinting against my cleavage. “We shouldn’t… I mean, this is…”
I stepped closer, cutting him off. “Dad, don’t.” My voice was steadier than I felt. “You said it felt good. I felt it too.” I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to his crotch, where I could still picture that thick cock, hard and pulsing, fucking me through the wall. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”
His breath hitched, and for a second, I thought he’d bolt. But then he closed the distance between us, his hands finding my hips, pulling me against him. “Fuck, Alison,” he muttered, his forehead pressing against mine. “You’re my daughter. This is so fucking wrong.”
“Then why’s it feel so right?” I whispered, tilting my head up, my glossy lips brushing his. That was all it took. His restraint snapped like a rubber band, and his mouth crashed into mine, hungry and desperate. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting of whiskey and sin, and I moaned into him, my hands fisting his shirt.
He backed me toward the bed, my heels catching on a discarded bra before I kicked them off. My knees hit the mattress, and I sank down, pulling him with me. His hands were everywhere—sliding under my top, rough palms grazing my stomach, then higher, cupping my tits through my lacy black bra. “Jesus, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, yanking the top over my head, tossing it into the chaos of my room.
My skin prickled under his gaze as he took me in—my boobs spilling out of the bra, nipples hard against the thin fabric. He reached behind me, unhooking it with a flick, and my tits bounced free, heavy and aching. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning down to suck one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard. “Dad… oh God, don’t stop.” My pussy was soaked, my knickers clinging to my folds, and I squirmed, desperate for friction. He seemed to sense it, his hand sliding down to the button of my jeans, popping it open with a practiced ease that made my head spin. He tugged them down, along with my knickers, leaving me bare and trembling on the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, voice low and commanding. I did, my thighs parting, exposing my glistening cunt to the cool air. My pussy was swollen, lips pink and slick with arousal, my clit throbbing under his stare. He knelt between my legs, his breath hot against my inner thighs, and I whimpered, hips bucking toward him.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his fingers parting my folds, revealing the wet, pulsing core of me. “So fucking wet for your dad.” He slid one finger inside, slow and deep, curling it against that spot that made my vision blur. Then another, stretching me, pumping in and out with a slick, obscene sound that filled the room.
“Ohhh, fuck, Dad!” I moaned, my head falling back, hips grinding against his hand. His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles, and I was gone, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. But he wasn’t done. He lowered his mouth, his tongue flattening against my pussy, lapping at my juices like he was starving. He sucked my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and I screamed, my hands clawing at the sheets.
“Cum for me, Alison,” he growled against my cunt, the vibrations sending me spiraling. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices gushing as I shook and sobbed his name. He didn’t stop, licking me through it, drinking every drop until I was a whimpering mess.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were shiny with my cum, his eyes dark with need. He stood, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a broad chest dusted with dark hair, then his trousers, his cock springing free—thick, veiny, just like I remembered, pre-cum beading at the tip. I licked my lips, crawling toward him, but he stopped me, pushing me back onto the bed.
“Not yet,” he said, climbing over me, his cock brushing my thigh, leaving a sticky trail. “I need to fuck you, baby. Need to feel that tight pussy around me again.”
I nodded, spreading my legs wider, guiding him to my entrance. “Do it, Dad. Fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate, thrusting into me in one smooth stroke, filling me so completely I gasped. My pussy stretched around him, gripping his cock like a vice, and he groaned, his hands digging into my hips. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, pulling out slow, then slamming back in, his balls slapping against my ass.
The bed creaked under us as he fucked me, hard and deep, each thrust driving me higher. My tits bounced with every snap of his hips, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” I begged, nails raking down his back. “Fuck me harder, Dad.”
He obliged, pounding into me, the headboard banging against the wall. My pussy was a wet, squelching mess, his cock glistening with my juices every time he pulled out. I could feel another orgasm building, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, and he leaned down, biting my neck, marking me.
“Cum on my cock, baby,” he growled, and that was it. I shattered, my pussy pulsing, milking his cock as I screamed his name. He followed seconds later, his thrusts erratic, then stilling as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, dripping out around his cock as he kept fucking me through it.
We collapsed, panting, his weight pinning me to the bed, his cock still buried inside me. My pussy throbbed, sticky with our mixed cum, and I felt a strange, twisted satisfaction. He kissed my forehead, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the filth we’d just done.
“Alison,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “We can’t… this can’t happen again.”
But even as he said it, his hand slid down to my ass, squeezing, and I knew he didn’t mean it. Not really. I just smiled, pulling him closer, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what we’d done.
“Whatever you say, Dad,” I murmured, already wondering how soon we’d break that promise.