It was another boring Sunday night at the Sunshine Acres Trailer Park. The overweight and unemployed blob of wasted potential named Stan McCoy was sitting on his rotting recliner, in his rotting trailer, rotting away as he watched the game and pounded down beers. His wife was dead, and his only family that still had anything to do with him anymore was his teen-aged daughter Daisy. Unbeknownst to Stan, she was about to interrupt his beer and football coma to try to wring some spending money out him.
"Hello Daddy!" she called from the door.
"Shit," Stan muttered.
He didn't move from his chair as Daisy dallied over to his beat up La-Z-Boy. She was wearing a red polka-dotted shirt tied tightly around her ample bust. (The best thing she got from her mother, Stan thought.) Her legs and rear-end were gripped tightly by her ripped and stained jeans. Daisy strode in front of the TV, causing Stan to finally address her.
"Whaddya want Daisy? Daddy is trying to watch the game," he said.
"Well Daddy, my friends and I were gonna go to the mall tomorrow. Could your sweet little girl maybe get a little pocket money?" she said while leaning down and grabbing her fathers arms. Daisy pushed her cleavage down so Stan could see the tops of her pink areola beginning to slip out.
"Fine, fine. But you're gonna work for it Daisy," he grunted.
Stan couldn't remember when Daisy first started trading sexual favors for money, but she must have still been in grade school when she learned the value of a good hand job.
Daisy acted overjoyed, "Of course Daddy!"
She assumed a familiar pose in front of the recliner and began to unzip her father's pants when Stan interrupted, "Don't make too much noise, I'm still trying to watch football here."
"Of course Daddy, anything you say."
Daisy mentally prepared herself for the disgusting work ahead before pulling her father's cock out of his boxers. His penis was just like the rest of him, fat and unwashed.