Jim was almost a little bit embarrassed that he wasn't even able to make it past 10pm before he had decided to turn in for the night. He intended on doing his best to chaperone the party and oversee the madness that his life, his family, and his home had devolved into, but when the time had come, he had felt so utterly helpless and overwhelmed by it all he simply skulked off to the back patio to drown his anxieties in expensive whiskey.
He didn't so much as toured the bedlam that he could hear in the main area of the house, and despite the incredible and unexpected delight that was Jasmine in the early stages of the party, he had barely paid any attention to the goings-on of the party at all. As he headed back to his bedroom with the music still pounding and the sounds of young people partying, he thanked the numbing properties of the alcohol flowing through his bloodstream that would no doubt assist in drowning everything out so he could fall asleep.
It was precisely what happened, as well, as Jim seemed to lay down on the bed and close his eyes one minute and be awoken by the stirring of someone joining him in the bed the next. Looking at his phone upon waking he saw that it was past 1am, despite it feeling like he had merely blinked away several hours. Squinting in the darkness he tried to make out who was in the room with him, but there was little doubt in his mind that it was Amanda.
"You awake?" came his daughter's hoarse whisper.
Jim yawned and inhaled deeply, trying to infuse himself with the energy needed to answer her.
"I am now," he replied with a little bit of an edge making its way into his tone.
He truly just wanted to sleep this night away. His life was crazy enough without a hundred people there to contribute and ultimately bear witness to it.
"I have a surprise," came her lilting response.
It was clear to Jim that she was blasted as the smell of liquor was positively radiating off her. He couldn't have said he'd minded it, but he knew that her being trashed would probably mean she intended on shaking him down for a late-night horizontal mambo. Jim was in two minds on that, of course. He always enjoyed plumbing the depths of his daughter's pussy, but he was dead tired and admittedly a little bit grumpy. Being an older man had really impacted his ability to compromise his sleep for late-night adventure.
"What surprise?" he grunted, not sure if he even wanted to know.
The lamp on the opposite side to Jim flicked on and bathed the room in soft yellow light, enough to illuminate his surroundings without blinding him. After blinking a few times to get used to it, he scanned around until his eyes landed on Amanda sitting on her knees next to him on the bed. She was smiling broadly, almost manically, baring her teeth, and looking like she had just been awarded a prize. Jim might consider it cute if it weren't for the rest of her.
She was absolutely plastered with cum, in a way that actually made him blush. What in the Holy Hell had been happening at this party? Her normally silky auburn hair was wet and sticky and plastered to her scalp in some places with streaks of white untouched in others. Her face was positively glazed, like a donut that had gotten a double dip of sugar. Her skin was shiny and streaked and globs and dribbles of fresh semen that marked her eyebrows, cheeks, temples, chin, and forehead. The only area that wasn't were her lips, as she'd likely licked those clean already.
Her neck, clothes, and bare tits looked like they had gotten sprayed with a hose. There was a large deposit of ejaculate accumulated between her thick cleavage and it looked like someone had shot their entire load there.
"What the Hell happened?" Jim gasped.
Amanda just continued smiling, looking at him like she could not have been prouder of herself.
"Well?" he pressed.
"Well, I blew half the guys at the party in front of everyone then I finished by letting Foster stick his dick between my tits," she explained without even a hint of shame.
Jim's jaw felt broken. He simply could not close it as it hung agape and unwilling to move.
"What?" she asked, her smile faltering slightly for the first time.
"What do you mean, what? You heard what you just said, what were you thinking?" Jim whispered fitfully.
Amanda rolled her eyes, groaning at her father's reaction.
"Why would you do that? Don't you think we have plenty to deal with without people hearing about the orgy at the Weaver place?" Jim continued, exasperated at his daughter's recklessness and blasé attitude.
Amanda considered his concern for a moment before brushing it aside.
"Who cares? What are they gonna do? Arrest us? It's not illegal to give a blow job in your home, dad," she shot back.
"Sure, because that's definitely an accurate description of what you said just happened and was witnessed by probably a hundred people that we have to live with in this community," Jim growled.
"Really? You're still trying to maintain this perfect Weaver image after everything that has happened? Let's just drop the act dad, we are who we are so why do you want to keep pretending that we're some Leave it to Beaver family when we're not? It's getting really old," Amanda replied sharply.
Jim inhaled and prepared to offer a retort but halfway through lost his motivation. Who was he kidding? If it wasn't tonight, it might have been tomorrow or next week. The reputation that his family used to enjoy was tarnished and if he were going to try to pretend otherwise it was always going to be an exercise in futility. The delusion that he had been holding onto that any shred of normalcy and respectability could be salvaged or rebuilt was just making everything harder.
He sighed in defeat, knowing that there was nothing he could say that would change what had happened and what it would mean going forward.
"Fine, you win. I'm going to bed," he said, turning away from his cum-stained daughter and laying on his side.
Jim closed his eyes and tried to ignore the heavy silence that filled the space between them as Amanda sat on the bed no doubt staring at the back of his head. He felt her shift her weight and move closer to him, eventually feeling her breath on the back of his neck. He cursed himself when the sensation of her warm breath on his skin and closeness of her body caused blood to swell in his crotch.
It would only get worse for him as his incorrigible daughter leaned down and started kissing the back of his neck and making her way around his face. As her thick, wet lips smacked against the skin of his neck, then cheeks and then finally his mouth he lost the battle he was having with his will and kissed her back. Her lips were sticky and when she began flitting her tongue into his mouth, he noticed it was clearly still covered in a film of semen.
