I Fucked My Dad's Best Friend

It happened just last night. My dad would kill me if he knew. I can't tell anyone. I have a boyfriend so lots of people would be hurt if they found out.

It's not like it sounds. He did not take advantage of me nor was a doing it to be a slut (although the sex was great) and I am also not in love with him, it's not romantic (I hope not). Jake is my dad's best friend in the world, and has always been in my life kinda like an uncle who is not a real uncle. Irene his wife, and true love, died of cancer well over a year ago and Jake has not been doing well at all. I think.he is worse now then when it happened and he has been hitting the bottle a bit to hard on the weekends.
Sometimes Jake stays in our basement apartment not because he doesn't have a house but because he can't bring himself to sell or stay at Irene's and his home to much. His only son lives in Alaska so Jake has been couch crashing at our place quite a bit. No one was home last night because of the holidays and I got in a day early from my trip.
I didn't mean the hear it but I heard Jake crying alone down stairs and assumed correctly he been drinking. My heart broke. I know it makes no sense... I'm barely 19 and he is 56 but he loved his Irene so faithfully he should not be crying like this at Christmas. So I did the only thing I knew to help him. I fucked him.
Irene may have been the love of his life but I am a very adorable brunette 19 year old sexy girl with beautiful firm C cup naturals, and trust me, there is nothing virgin about me, i know how to fuck good! It was a split second decision. One minute I was at the basement door hearing him sob and the next my top and bra were on the floor and I was peeling off me jeans and walked down stairs in nothing but my pink panties.
"Wend... we can't. Your dad will kill me!" He protested even half in the bag.
"Shut the fuck up and suck my nipples or you'll never get the chance again." I aggressively said as a straddle his half drunk ass on the couch.
He tried to kiss me ... but I protested ...."I am not your wife, Don't you dare make love to me ... I am a 19 year old fucking dream come true... now fuck me ... fuck the literal hell out of me like you won the lottery or you loose the chance."
He tore my panties off, went down on me like no man ever has. FUCK. He knew what to do...I was moaning and begging him to fuck me, to put it in hard...but he had other ideas... he stuck is cock down my throat and face looking me right in the eyes as he blew a load in my mouth and thoat and I gagged on it trying to swallow it fast enough.
I can't explain it. This man I've known all my life and trust with my whole heart just face fuck me like I was some porn star and I felt so turned on. I was grinning at him as happy as could be with his goo drooling out of my mouth.
I sucked him hard again and rode the fucking hell out of him on the couch. No romance. No kissing. Just raw dogging him with everything I had ... pounding the fucking hell out oh him, cumming all over his dick worried we'd break the couch and I'd have to explain it to dad! Lol.
I called him "Daddy" and forced him to call be a slut. There was zero romance for me. It was all pure lust. I did not want to be his Irene. I wanted to be a hot teenager slut distraction away from her. I wanted to usher him back to looking for pussy for pleasure and not to replace her.

He cummed deeply in me raw (thank goodness I am on the pill). When he fell a sleep I left. This morning (a few hours ago) we passed in the kitchen and he tried to fucking apologize talking about be drunk.
I was like, "Fuck I cummed my brains out on your big Daddy dick... don't you dare apologize for getting me off like that! When you get sad and need more come find me. No kissing. No feelings. But you can make me cum like that anytime you can get me alone."