**Title: A Birthday to Remember**

It was my daughter’s 18th birthday, and the house was quiet now that her friends had all gone home. The kitchen was still a mess from the party—balloons deflating, a half-eaten cake on the counter—but none of that mattered when she walked into the living room. She was tipsy, cheeks flushed from the mixed drinks she’d snuck when she thought I wasn’t looking. Her sundress clung to her body in a way that made my throat tight, the thin fabric outlining the swell of her tits, the curve of her hips.

I should’ve looked away. Should’ve gone to bed like a good father. But when she slumped down next to me on the couch, her thigh pressed against mine, and sighed, “Dad, I’m *so* tired,” I didn’t move.

Her hand landed on my knee. Just a casual touch, but my dick instantly stiffened in my jeans. She noticed, of course. Her fingers twitched, then slid higher up my thigh. “Daddy,” she murmured, biting her lip. “You’re hard.”

Fuck. My heart hammered. “You’re drunk, sweetheart.”

She shook her head, leaning in so close I could smell the sugar on her breath. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” Her hand cupped my cock through my pants, squeezing. “Happy birthday to me, right?”

I groaned, hips jerking into her touch. *Wrong. This is so fucking wrong.* But my hands were already grabbing her waist, dragging her onto my lap. She giggled, grinding down on me, her pussy warm even through our clothes. “Been thinking about this,” she whispered, lips brushing my ear. “How big you are. How much I want you inside me.”

I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting the liquor on her tongue, swallowing her little moans. My hands shoved her dress up, groping her bare thighs, then higher—no panties. *Fuck.* My fingers slid through her slick folds, and she whimpered, rocking against my hand. “Daddy, please.”

I flipped her onto her back, yanking her dress off in one rough motion. Her tits spilled free, nipples hard and pink, begging for my mouth. I sucked one into my mouth while my fingers pushed inside her, fucking her tight little cunt. She gasped, back arching. “Fuck, yes, *yes*—”

I couldn’t wait. I undid my jeans, pulling my cock out—already leaking, thick and aching. She licked her lips, eyes dark. “Want to taste you,” she breathed, and before I could stop her, she was on her knees between my legs, taking me into her mouth.

Her lips stretched around my girth, tongue swirling under the head. I groaned, fists tangling in her hair as she bobbed, spit dripping down her chin. “Shit, baby, just like that.” She gagged a little but kept going, hollowing her cheeks until my hips jerked up.

I pulled her off before I came, flipping her back onto the couch. She spread her legs instantly, pussy glistening. “Need you, Daddy. *Need* it.”

I lined up my cock and thrust in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She screamed, nails digging into my back, cunt clamping down around me like a vice. “Oh my *god*,” she sobbed. “You’re so *big*.”

I fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans getting louder, needier. “Gonna cum, Daddy, please—”

I grabbed her hips, slamming into her deeper, and felt her pussy clench around me as she came, crying out my name. The way she tightened pushed me over—I groaned, pumping my load deep inside her, my cock pulsing as she milked me dry.

We collapsed together, breathless. She nuzzled my neck, sighing happily. “Best birthday ever.”

And fuck if I could argue with that.