NOTE: This is a fictional story in the style of a AITA post, not based on real events or a legitimate request for advice.

"AITA for not stopping my drunk dad?

This is a throwaway for obvious reasons. I'm 19m and I've known I was gay for awhile but I live in a conservative area and not only am still closeted but frustratingly am still a virgin at 19 as the gay community around here is pretty much nonexistent.

I still live with my parents (40m and 39f) while I go to a local community college and we get along pretty well but I'm still terrified to tell them I'm gay as they are avid churchgoers and as I said before, VERY conservative.

Well lately my parents have been fighting a lot and my father has been staying out later and later, he used to come home right after work but now he usually spends evenings at bars, trying to avoid mom as long as possible.

Which brings me to what happened, which still fills me with both shame and a taboo thrill, I came home one night after a party and found my dad drunk on the sofa, crying. I immediately ran over and sat next to him and tried to find out what was wrong.

Here's the thing though... he was so drunk, he didn't recognize me... he thought I was my mom. I'm pretty skinny, with softer features and my hair is dark and wavy like my mother's, I've also been told I have pretty full lips for a boy so I assume this is why his inebriated mind got confused.

He began talking about how much it hurts him that she won't be intimate with him anymore and how lonely he is... and then he began kissing me and... I didn't stop him.

Things escalated and, I still can't believe it, my dad ended up taking my virginity right there on the couch. Luckily I'd been fingering myself for months so it wasn't as painful as it could have been. I know I should have told him who I was and stopped him but... I also really wanted to finally experience gay sex and knew this might be my only chance.

My dad is a lot more muscular than I am, more of a classic "manly man", he's got a hairy body and that kind of balding hairline that actually looks good on older men, you know what I mean? He's got a sandy mustache and stubble and despite his muscular frame he's got a bit of a beer gut that I feel is actually more attractive than an 8-pack.

He fell completely on top of me but he was also so gentle. He called me my mom's name as he fucked me, when he wasn't passionately making out with me or kissing my neck. I don't know how he didn't notice or feel my own erection pressed between our stomachs.

Here's the thing, the sex was AMAZING. I'd never felt anything like it before, my fingers were a pale echo of that pleasure in comparison. He finished inside of me and then passed out. I slowly moved out from under him and cleaned up as best I could and went to bed.

Now he clearly doesn't remember what happened and acts like everything's normal but I can't get his cock out of my head, how amazing it felt, how I loved the feeling of his body on top of me... I know I'm a bad person."