A Helping Mouth
I didn’t want to enter. I was watching him from one of the windows in the kitchen. He was talking to someone on the phone and for what little I could hear, I understood that my father was probably trying to date a girl. Actually, I often heard him call her Rachel.
My father, Liam Askew is only 45 and I’ve always known him a widower. Didn’t even know whether he had hooked up any girl recently but if so, he’d never taken any girl home. He works in a removal company but it’s Sunday today. Later I would know this Rachel works in the same company and there they had met.
Of course I couldn’t quite follow the whole conversation, but I seemed to understand, as I have said, that my father, was maybe trying a romantic date with Rachel. In movies you always know the conversation because the speaker says in the form of questions what the person at the other end of the phone must have said. For example.
-So at half past four in the park?
But those were not of course my father’s actual words. They were just an example.
It was a hot Sunday in July and Liam Askew was sitting on the couch in just his sweatpants but shirtless and I could even notice how he was getting hard so it must be a sexual conversation, but somehow it wasn’t going ok. That Rachel must be suggesting something but my father was shy. I seemed to understand that she was finally asking him for sex, as if that had always been her desire and my father had somehow been reluctant to have sex with her.
My poor father! -I thought-, you’ve always been too lonely and I would have liked seeing you with a partner, at least often having the fun of sex. The truth is that my father is really attractive at 45, but maybe he was awkward in hooking up girls.
All I wanted now was lending him a hand. I’m his dear son, Ames Askew. I’m 26 at present and am studying medicine and I want to specialize in cardiology. I’m about to finish but I’ll maybe need one more year.
When I saw my father blushing, I took a decision. Hell, he had to date this girl! He needed it and maybe I could help him. So stealthily I walked to him and when he could not expect it, I simply pulled down his pants, took his dick into my mouth and started a blowjob. I’d never sucked a cock before nor have I desired to, but this was just a way to help him.
-Keep on talking on the phone with that Rachel, dad and never mind what I’m doing. I just want to help.
I didn’t know whether my father would have liked to object but nevertheless, he didn’t tell me anything, since he understood that any words he could tell me now could be heard by Rachel. So I started a really long blowjob as I intuited how the conversation continued. Since he was somehow having actual sex now for somebody was giving him a blowjob, he seemed bolder with that girl and soon I started seeing that the conversation they were having was taking a sexual appearance.
-So and since that seems what you want, we could have sex tonight, Rachel -those were my father’s actual words.
Meanwhile I was internally smiling seeing that I had found a way to help him. No doubt tonight he would finally date a girl. And I had just seen how easy it was for me to help him. The taste was good and as he talked, he was looking down at me as if thanking me.
-Yes, of course, you can keep on trusting in my sweetness. I’ll always behave sweetly with you, my dear girl -my father kept on saying.
Some minutes later I heard him say.
-Oh, you wanna know what I like? Well, what I really lose my senses in is in getting blowjobs. -He again looked down at me, as if congratulating me cause I was gifting him what he liked most in sex.
-Perfect, Rachel, so I’ll pick you up at 8 and we’ll go to your house and well… you know.
And then two things happened. He hanged up the phone and started cumming uncontrollably in my mouth. I loved the taste and loved the fact that I had just helped my father in hooking up a girl.
-I don’t know how to thank you, Ames. Somehow I’ve been able to date a girl due to what you have unexpectedly wanted to do. But tell me, my son, has it been hard for you?
-Not at all, dad, it’s been easy. I’m not gay but I saw that by doing this I could be helping you. So I hope you enjoy tonight. It’s about time you have sex with a girl again. And if one other day, you need another blowjob in order to be bold and again hook up with Rachel or any other girl, just ask me and I’ll do it again. Call me when you need me.
The rest of that Sunday, he didn’t know how to thank me and I never saw any shock in his eyes. He regarded the incestuous blowjob just as it was: just having had a helping mouth, that’s all.
I encouraged him to be elegant for tonight, have a thorough shower, use perfume and wear his best clothes.
Finally he left and returned the next day, very early cause he had to work. But when I asked him, he smiled at me and told me the night with Rachel had really been successful.
-So I tell you again, dad, call me when you need me.
But in fact his relationship with Rachel didn’t progress much. He told me they still had sex together but somehow the affair was failing.
