I don’t really know how to start this, as this all happened yesterday and all the feelings and emotions are still extremely fresh. But for the last 4ish years I’ve lived alone with my dad, our mom sort of left us a few years ago; my father met my mother on a Scandinavian island about 19 years ago after taking a break from his studies after his mother’s death. They fell in love and my mom got pregnant; my grandparents got pissed that they married and kicked my mother out and fired my father who was working for them at the time. My father was able to pull some strings and got a job through a friend running a small museum about 20 minutes from the town where he grew up. My father hated the idea of going home and my mother hated the idea of leaving her home. 14 years and two more children later my parents got a email from my grandparents (after my first brothers birth they reacquainted and made 2-3 visits a year to North America while we made 1-2 visits to them in Scandinavia every year) that my mothers brother lost a hand and they needed her to return home to work in the shop as they couldn’t afford to hire another employee in the area; it was decided that since my father was making good money and I had a legitimate chance to play college hockey that we’d stay in NA while my mother and brothers would go back to Scandinavia for a year. 1 year turned into 2 years which turned into indefinitely; but I didn’t really care at the time since me and my dad were incredibly close. I became a local star as off the bench as a 5’7 freshman girl goalie I led my town the farthest they’ve been in in the playoffs in 10 or so years, we ended up beating my fathers home town team (in which his number is retired) in a nail biter, and that night my father said was the greatest night of his life. But behind the scenes he started to drink for the first time in my life, and was incredibly depressed due to the distance between him and my mom and by my senior year I really started to notice it, he didn’t hurt or touch me whatsoever but I’d sometimes come home to find him wallowing in a bottle or vomiting.
So a little about myself before we start I’m bisexual, I have blond hair blue eyes and stand at about 5’7 130 with a dcup size pair of breasts. I’ve had the same girlfriend since freshman year, and I do love her to death but I don’t really expect to marry her.
So yesterday I came home from the gym at around 9:30pm to find my father passed out in bed. Me and my father have never felt uncomfortable or anything when snuggled up together, so when I saw him looking so depressed in his sleep I crawled into bed with him and cuddled up with him. About 5 minutes later he woke up and asked why I was there and I just assured him I felt he needed company. We sat in silent for a bit then we started talking, it started light and stuff but I pushed and got out of him that he truly felt alone for the first time due to me leaving soon and my mom and brothers half way across the world. In that moment something unexplainable happened in my head, I just wanted him to not feel alone so I kissed him… He pushed me off but now I needed him, I straddled myself onto him and starting attacking his mouth with my own; he resisted for a minute but after a bit I felt his tongue enter my mouth and start to explore. I sat on him for a few minutes making out, I pulled off my hoodie and my shirt and he started exploring my body with his right hand. When he got to my left breast he pushed me off again, he asked if this is what I truly wanted to which I almost yelled yes back at him. He told me to say stop when I wanted him to, and I threw myself on him taking his mouth into mine; he broke off and started kissing down my neck to my breasts and then down to my vagina and once he got there I ripped my jeans and panties off and he went down on me. Me and my girlfriend are very sexually active and she’s incredibly orally, but right there right now I was in a state of nirvana. After him teasing me I begged for him to fuck me, he pulled his sweats off and grabbed a condom then threw me on my back and started to fuck me. It was incredible, we got into perfect rhythm and for what seemed like forever and only a second we fucked. He treated me like royalty and kept kissing me all over while pushing himself in and out of me. I came twice before he came and when he came he pulled out to shoot his load all over my face. We kissed for a little and he then told me how much I mean to him, I saw him getting hard again so I laid down to suck him off, for my first time sucking dick I thought I did ok and he seemed to agree and shot his load into my hair by accident. After that I was absolutely exhausted and went to go shower, I grabbed my hoodie and jeans then in something I can only describe as a stupid thing I grabbed my panties and flipped them back at him.
I showered quick to get the cum off my face and hair, then took a bath because I had went from a vigorous 2 hour workout to sex and was sore as hell. After I got out I saw a note on the counter explaining how what we did was an unforgivable mistake and he was going to stay with his brother (about 9 hours away) for a bit. Over the next few hours I tried calling him thinking he was going to do something stupid but then I remembered find my iPhone and I stayed up until I saw he got to my uncles.
I now no longer know how to feel, I feel I lost the only true family I had in my dad, I feel terrible for cheating on my girlfriend and somehow went from resenting my mother to downright hating her.