Chapter 3: A Special Wakeup Call

Unfortunately, November 10th fell on a Tuesday, complicating things a bit. Had it been a weekend it would’ve been a while lot easier because I knew my dad wouldn’t be taking off work on his birthday, no matter WHAT. It was something I’d grown accustomed to many years before. After all, with everything good comes a price. My dad was successful and well-compensated because of his work and not taking off your birthday just comes with the territory - a price to pay you might say.

That said, it didn’t mean that he practiced abstinence on work days either. Indeed, when I lived at home one of our favorite “traditions” was for him to come into my bedroom in the morning before he got ready for work and either fuck me or do whatever he felt like that day. Sometimes it was something simple where he just jerked off, usually cumming on me somewhere as a sort of “calling card” to let me know he’d been there while I was asleep. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a big fan of having guys cum on me but this was one time I made an exception, simply because I knew it turned him on to do it when I was sleeping. Awake, he never came on my face, at least almost never. There was just something about me being asleep when he did it that really turned him on. Go figure...

At other times he would rub his dick against me, maybe on my face, boobs, or anyplace else that was exposed. I’ve been sleeping nude since I was twelve so it wasn’t like he had to worry about a nightgown getting in the way. His favorite was to rub the head of his dick against my lips, working his way between my lips and maybe even into my mouth until I woke up and sucked him off.

When my dad was REALLY horny he would try to fuck me when I was asleep. Now this was a lot harder to accomplish than you might think at first. Nine times out of ten, the moment his erect dick started to penetrate me I would wake up. Sometimes I would fake being asleep but it was hard not to give myself away those first few seconds of consciousness until I realized what was happening.

Still, there were a few special times when I was particularly tired that he would get himself into me and when I woke up I would feel his burning dick buried deep inside my pussy. I don’t know who it turned on more - him or me. For him, the sight of his incestuous cock slipping into his daughter’s pussy as she slept, totally unaware, must have been a huge turn-on. For me, it was me knowing that he had been fucking me while I was totally defenseless, totally at his mercy, that got me off the most.

Sometimes I would return the favor by sneaking into my parent’s bedroom and sucking off my dad as he slept. In truth, it was a lot easier for me to accomplish than for him to fuck me in my sleep as my dad was a heavy sleeper (he even snores REALLY loud but don’t tell him I told you). It’s one of the many things I love about dicks - they don’t require the active participation of the guy they are attached to in order to do their thing. If I suck or hold a dick while a guy is sleeping, it will almost always get hard. Pretty cool, don’t you agree?

I loved to suck on my dad’s cock when he was asleep, feeling it growing in my mouth as he slept there without any idea what was happening to his cock. I even got him to cum more than a few times, usually waking him in the process but not until he had filled my mouth with his cum and I was able to greet his dreary eyes with the image of his daughter with a mouthful of her father’s fresh cum!

One of the things Aunt Linda and I had quickly come to agreement on was that my dad HAD to start out his birthday with a blowjob and it should come from his daughter, not his sister-in-law. Of course, I wasn’t about to argue with her logic! The night before I set my alarm for a ridiculously early hour which proved to be totally unnecessary as I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep with all the anticipation. I must have masturbated at least four times trying to calm myself down enough to get some sleep but nothing seemed to work. Finally I gave up, showered, and headed over to my dad’s house in the darkness of the frigid morning.

My Aunt Linda had left the door unlocked so I wouldn’t have to make much noise with the lock getting in. Funny, but you could have a marching band blaring in his bedroom and my dad would sleep right through it but the tiniest click of the door lock would spring him out of bed - as I found out early on when I started dating and came home late.

Trying to be as quiet as I could, I quickly stripped, leaving my clothes on the couch in the living room. As silently as possible, I sneaked up the stairs to the second floor where all the bedrooms were, taking a route I’d plotted out many years before which avoided the worst of the squeaking stairs. Once in the bedroom, I saw my aunt was laying on her side, watching the door. She didn’t move when I came in, just winking at me. Obviously someone else was excited about this morning and having a hard time sleeping as well!

As usual, my dad was sprawled on his back, naked with the sheets tossed off. My Aunt Linda, just as my mom before her, was wrapped up tightly in a thick comforter but my dad never seemed to be able to keep any covers on when he slept. I cringed as he snored loudly, no doubt all the worst by laying on his back, but I knew no matter how hard my mom had tried she’d never been able to train him to sleep on his side where at least the snores were muted somewhat. For once, though, his snoring wasn’t annoying as it signaled to me that he was sound asleep and had no idea what was about to happen.

Standing next to the side of the bed, I carefully reached over and used my forefinger to push his dick over and to the middle. It had flopped over to the side and was so flaccid that it was almost buried out of sight in his thick pubic hair. My mom and aunt liked to keep their pubic hair intact but at least they trimmed it.