Sleepwalking daddy pounds me good and hard

It was 2:40 am, and Dad had been sleepwalking intermittently for his entire life. But it has gotten worse in recent years, especially after the divorce. At 50, he found himself single, with a 20-year-old son living at home while in college, a career he hated, and the love of his life gone. Over the last few months, it had grown to be an almost nightly thing.

Mostly, he was making a poor attempt at cooking, which is a good thing because he was too loud. With a gas stove, you never know if he will leave the thing running.

Of course, I never tried to wake him. I’m not an idiot. I don’t want to be murdered by accident. But I got pretty good at dealing with him while sleepwalking. The thing about sleepwalking is that people think the person walks around with their eyes closed, fumbling around in the dark. That is not the case. The person can be eyes wide open and have a full-on conversation with you but be asleep. That was my dad. He would slip back and forth between coherent and incoherent talk, but he seemed aware. That’s what made our latest encounter so weird.

I found myself in his bedroom. Usually, it would be the living room or kitchen, but occasionally, he’d be making noise in the bedroom. I walked in, dreary and irritated. I had woken up maybe moments before.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I said, not expecting a direct response. I was wiping my eyes as he responded.

“What’s going on is there’s no intimacy!” He replied. As I opened my eyes, I realised he was naked and fully erect. This was not the first time while sleepwalking I saw him naked, but never had I seen him fully engorged. At first, I couldn’t stop staring. It was at least 7 inches, maybe 8. Large and thick. And he just stood there, with it so full and complex.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound calm.

“No sex, no blowjobs, no nothing from you. It’s like you’re dead and gone or something!” My heart sank. He was talking to my mother. And though he was speaking crudely, in his sleep, she wasn’t dead and gone; she was neglecting him. In reality, she wasn’t dead, but she was gone. Their marriage was dead.

“That’s not true. I’m here. Let’s go to bed. Just go to bed, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” I tried to negotiate in the calm voice my doctor had instructed me to use.

“No!” He suddenly started at me and grabbed me. He pulled me toward the chair in the corner of the room. He sat down while forcing me down to my knees. He pulled my head down and forced his cock into my mouth.

I choked as his cock hit the back of my throat. I pulled myself off. “What are you doing?” I asked, no longer calm.

“Just fucking suck on my dick.” He pulled me down, though this time not as forceful. His cock entered my mouth, and I now found myself bobbing up and down on my father’s cock. At first, I didn’t know what to do. He’s sleepwalking, if I resist it could be dangerous. But then, if I don’t resist, I’m giving my father a blowjob.

Up and down my head went, but that was all. I didn’t do anything. He groaned in disappointment. “Suck! Suck my dick, don’t just go through the motion.”

Reluctantly, I began to suck as my head bobbed up and down. Slowly, at first, but after only a few moments, maybe seconds, I began getting into it. I started sucking, not just to do what he said for my own sake but to please him. To please. I was blowing my father. I would take as much of his giant cock in his mouth as I could before choking, and then as I drew back, I would tighten my lips and suck hard.

His head leaned back, and he let out multiple moans of pleasure as I went up and down, slurping and sucking his cock.

 I noticed that the taste of his cock aroused me. It was sweaty but not overly so. It was a meaty taste, not unlike the smell of uncooked sausage. I noticed as I continued that I was enjoying it. Every moment of it. The taste of his cock, of his precum, the fact that I was sucking another man’s cock, and that it was my Dad’s cock, and maybe most of all, that he probably wouldn’t remember any of it. I was sucking cock, and only I would know about it.

“Time for that pussy, come I don’t have all night,” he demanded as he was still asleep. He grabbed my arm, took me to my bed, and laid me down as he got on top of me. He pulled my PJ bottoms down and knickers. I didn’t blame him; he was sleepwalking and thought I was Mom.

As he positioned himself between my legs, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt. I knew I shouldn’t be letting this happen, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the arousal I was feeling. His cock pressed against my pussy lips, and I let out a soft moan as he began to push inside me.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned, still asleep, as he started to thrust in and out of me. His movements were slow and deliberate initially, but they quickly became faster and more urgent. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me as I matched his rhythm.

His cock felt incredible as it filled me up, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I could feel every inch of him, the veins on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive inner walls. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with our moans and groans of pleasure.

As he fucked me harder and faster, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I reached up to grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I begged him for more. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, he let out a loud groan and stilled inside me. I could feel his cock twitching as he released his load deep inside me. The feeling of his warm cum filling me up was the final straw, and I followed him over the edge, crying out in pleasure as I came hard.

As we both came down from our high, he collapsed on top of me, still asleep. I lay there, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. I knew I should feel guilty, but instead, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I had given my father what he had been craving, even if he didn’t remember it in the morning.

I gently pushed him off me and got up to clean myself up. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame. I had just let my father fuck me, even if he had been sleepwalking. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I had felt. It was a strange, confusing mix of emotions that I wasn’t sure how to process.

As I crawled back into bed, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would become a regular occurrence. Would I find myself waking up to my father’s cock pressed against my pussy lips every night? Only time will tell. But for now, I knew I needed to get some sleep. I had a long day ahead of me, and I needed to be well-rested if I wanted to deal with whatever the morning might bring.