Lucy In The bed With Daddy

I started drinking the day my divorce was finalized. My wife left me for a farrier. Don’t know what a farrier is? Neither does Microsoft Word as they underline it in red every time I type it. What kind of bullshit job gets a red underline on Microsoft Word? He’s a horse shoer for Christ sakes. Hell, even “shoer” gets a red underline what the fuck?! Don’t judge me for that, you’d drink too if your wife left you for horse-farrier-shoer-shit kicker fuck nuts. Anyway, she left me, ok, that’s life. Fine, go, live and be well. The good news was that about a year after the divorce our daughter, Lucille (named after BB King’s guitar not that stupid Kenny Rogers song) recently chose to come and live with me.

Even though Lucy was old enough to take care of herself I figured I should stop drinking myself to sleep every night. It wasn’t easy though. Plus, she’d been driving for a few years so it made getting fucked up easy to rationalize. Still, she was with me for a good six months before I finally got serious about it.

One night Lucille had gone to bed early so I opened a new bottle of Jack and started doing my thing. “My Thing” consisted of Jack Daniels, Stevie Ray Vaughn and lots and lots of porn. Of course, since my daughter moved in, I had to start using head phones and locking the door to my office. The drinking, however, hadn’t really changed yet.

After about an hour of Tennessee whiskey, Texas blues and California Girl-on-Girl it was time to stumble to bed. I wasn’t quite “pass out” drunk yet so I was pretty fuckin proud of that. I walked through the house closing curtains and checking doors and turning off lights. I headed down the hall to my room stopping by Lucy’s on the way to check on her like when she was little and I was a good, sober father and her mother wasn’t fucking Willie Nelson. Her door wasn’t all the way closed so I gently pushed it open.

Her bed was up against the far wall, under the window with the head board against the wall to the right. Her room faced the backyard and the back porch light was just outside her window filling her room with a soft, warm glow. Her blankets had fallen on the floor so I walked in to take care of it just like back when she was little and I was… well, you know.

Before reaching down to pick up her blankets I noticed her body in the light. She was facing toward the wall kind of hugging her pillow. Her T-shirt had come up exposing the small of her back. The only other thing she wore was a pair of tiny, light blue panties. I don’t know how long I stood there looking at my daughter’s ass when I heard her tiny voice.

“Daddy?” well, shit. She had some framed pictures on the wall next to her bed and my refection was crystal clear.

“Is everything ok, Dad?”

“Yes, Princess, I just came in to fix your blankets so you wouldn’t get cold. Go back to sleep now.”

I covered her up, left her room and walked the rest of the way to mine. That’s when I realized I had a raging hard-on. What the fuck? I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t stop thinking of that perfect, little ass glowing in the soft light.