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My phone lit up in the dimly lit room. The time on the screen was 8:02 p.m. I turned off the screen and placed the phone on the small bedside table. Settling back into the bed, I found myself still not used to it. Actually, I wasn’t used to the whole room in general. It was my parents’ room where my Dad had carried me. Needless to say, I wasn't used to the room, much less sleeping in the king-sized bed with Dad. The feeling was alien, but not repulsive. I found a certain warmth in laying comfortably next to him rather than on my tiny bed, although that one felt more intimate. Instead, this bed had soft white covers and pillows and felt perfect for a love nest.
I inched closer to Dad, who lay on his side, his arm supporting his head while he looked at me. I sat cross-legged facing him, and the silence took over for a minute. We were both still naked except for my white socks. We had agreed we wanted to talk about our future, but it seemed we were searching for a good starting point. I had looked at Dad in anticipation, but he seemed to be holding back from talking, trying to gauge my reaction.
That would have upset me in the past, but I have decided to accept this as part of him and work with it. My wish for us to talk and move around each other normally would only come true if I give it time without getting annoyed. What’s more, I was now able to see the love that lay behind the way he acted, making it a bit more endearing. Fine, I thought, I’ll go first.
“The biggest thing on my mind right now is: Are we really going through with this? Do you want us to start a relationship? Or do you have other ideas?” I asked the questions directly.
Surprisingly, Dad answered immediately. “I thought I made it pretty clear, John. I wanna be with you, no matter the circumstances,” He said with such a natural tone that it took me a second to process what he said and then blush. “This man…” I thought.
“So does that mean that we’re… going steady?” I asked, not able to look him in the eyes fully.
“A very old-fashioned way of putting it, but yes,” he replied with a smile.
“I’m not the one over 50! Plus, I’ve never dated anyone before. Can't say I expected my first to be you,” I snapped back sarcastically, “Not that I don’t love it,” and I added quickly with a lower voice.
“Well, you’re also the first guy I felt this way about, so in a sense, it’s a new territory for both of us.” He said encouragingly.
“Which reminds me,” I looked up at him, “For someone who isn’t into dudes, you knew your way around gay sex rather too well.”
I have been thinking about this since the first time we slept together, but he was very competent at guy-on-guy action, to the degree that I doubted he was hiding some of his sexual history. He said he was familiar with it because of his setting, and I took his word for it. Still, I couldn’t help but probe a bit.
“What’s there to know?” He answered with a puzzled look, “Sex is sex, and all I had to do was take what I know about one hole and apply it to another.”
Again, his answer came out so naturally that it surprised me.
“That’s a very unexpected open way of thinking,” I confessed, “Good thing I keep it clean down there in general. We got lucky.”
He shot me a puzzled look, which I didn’t understand, then the realization dawned on me.
“You really don’t know anything about gay sex, ha?” I was shocked at how well he acted in bed when he didn’t know the first thing about fucking a guy. I’ll need to discuss the details with him later. As for now, all this made me ask again, “I’m not doubting you, but are you sure you’re not bi?”
“I mean, at this point, I’m not sure.” He expressed uncertainty for the first time, “Since we’re laying our cards out on the table, you make me feel and think things that didn’t ever occur to me with your Mom before. I don’t know what it is exactly. Is it the longing I had for my Son all these years finally taking hold, or the fact that my own flesh and blood looks so good when his body is on top of mine? I’m not sure, but I am sure I don’t feel this way about anyone else, much less another guy.”
“I swear, sex must really disable his inhibitions,“ I thought to myself, noticing the pattern of his relaxed honesty right after we finished doing it. I had to make use of that in the future, hopefully.
“I’m happy to hear that, you know. I don’t want you to feel like it’s a chore. Like it’s your responsibility. You know, us being together,” I said shyly as I brought my knees up and hugged my legs, resting my face on top of them.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I doubt I’ll experience anything like what you gave me with anyone else anytime soon. And I need to experience it again, so you’ll need to be prepared. You want this to be a two-way street, right, buddy?” He laughed and started moving his fingers up my leg like they were walking.
“Yes!” I replied excitedly right away, “Yes! That’s exactly what I want, Dad! I want this to feel good for both of us.”
“And it will,” he assured me as his fingers found their way between my legs and reached out to tickle my stomach.
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as my body jolted and fell backward, with my back on the bed sideways. Dad quickly shifted his position so he was laying alongside me with his stomach on the bed, his face looming over me with a big toothy smile as his hands continued to tickle my sides. I started to tear up from the tickling and laughing as I tried to fight him off, but his hands were quick and strong, their roughness further exacerbating the tickling.
“Stop! STOP!” I yelled between fits of laughter, my hands grabbing his forearms and trying to push them away. When I finally got him to ease up, I was able to take a quick breath before he lowered his head onto mine and kissed me gently, pinning my head to the bed.
I melted on the spot. Was this what love was like? Was this how couples felt all the time? My stupid, immature teen brain was getting overloaded by the love and affection I had unknowingly craved for so long. It felt the same as when you realize you’re thirsty, and the water right then and there feels heavenly, that no matter how much you drink, it never stops being that good, or you never feel quite full.
Dad broke off the kiss and looked at me. I was motionless and relaxed as I looked up at his dark, warm eyes.
“Do you love me?” I couldn't help but ask what he had already answered.
“I don’t think even I know just how much I love you, Son,” He answered without thinking.
“I love you, too.” The words couldn’t be contained in my mouth.
Reaffirming our budding feelings only made the next part harder to start.
“What about Mom?” I asked, my voice unwillingly faltering. We had agreed to put a pin in it at that time, but seeing as our weekend of isolated love was coming to an end, we needed to figure out how all this would work out in the grand picture. Hearing this, Dad’s eyes darkened, and I quickly reassured him.
“Listen, I understand you guys have something you still haven’t fully worked out. I won’t pry if you don’t want me to. All I need to know is what you want to do,” I said, seeing his eyes focus on me. “Whatever you choose, I’ll support it.” I reached out and grabbed the side of his face with my hand, my thumb rubbing his beard and cheek.
His expression eased. He grabbed my hand and turned his head to kiss it. “Thank you, John,” he said. The reason I’m hesitant to tell you about what happened is that I promised her it’d stay a secret between us. I owe her that much, at least. Maybe we’ll solve the whole thing one day, but until then…”
“I see.”
“That said, I don’t think we should tell her. Let’s see how things go for now, maybe we’ll be able to act as a proper family for once.” His tone was hopeful, and I was, too, to some extent. We weren’t going to change overnight, but maybe bit by bit, we would be able to build a better connection between all of us.
“But,” there was still one problem remaining with that plan, “How will this work? Will you be sleeping with both of us then?” I asked, realizing as I said it that I may actually develop jealousy towards Mom.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” He said with - it couldn’t be - an embarrassed tone.
“Ah, are you guys not…?” My voice tapered out. I was hesitant to know.
“Not for a while, no,” He shook his head.
“I see,” was all I could say. Dwelling on the subject was weird for both of us, but at least I got my confirmation. It did make me a bit happy to find out I’m the only one right now.
“What’s that stupid grin for?” Dad asked.
“Nothing,” I gave him a peck on the cheek, “I just don’t like sharing.”
“Moving on,” I continued after that. “I understand that we’re not telling Mom, but how should we act around her?” It would be hard to go back to how it was before. I knew that very well.
“I don’t see a reason why we can’t act differently. She’ll be surprised, but we’ll say we hashed things over the weekend and are trying to fix our relationship. She’ll probably be too ecstatic to notice anything specific as long as we don’t do it in the living room during a dinner party.”
I chuckled. “I agree, on the conduct part, not sure about the dinner party sex show though.”
“I’m open to ideas,” Dad joked along.
“Alright, alright,” I laughed, “and what about how we spend our time?”
“What about it?”
“How do you want us to spend our time? Secret sex? Dates? Late-night drives? What do you want to do?”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Dad said. “We’ll do what we feel like doing. The important part is we’re together.”
Again, he said so naturally, I couldn’t help but roll onto him and knock him on his back as I laid my head on his chest and hugged him tight.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, hugging me back.
“Nothing, everything great,” I replied solemnly, “I just can’t wait to spend time with you, whatever we do going forward.”
He squeezed me harder and didn’t say anything, and that’s all I needed. The coming days and weeks would be challenging for sure, but we had something worth enduring it for. With nothing but our body heat between us, we embraced each other tightly on the bed, not wanting to let go.
It was late at night, and the heat and humidity had both reached annoying degrees. I could vaguely feel the sweat from our bodies, Dad slightly more than me, starting to spread between us and on the bed since we were still naked. The sensation of hot, sweaty skin-on-skin was honestly driving me wild, but I was also quite spent from the roller coaster of emotions I went through these past 2 days that I just wanted to relax while holding Dad. That said, after a while, it seemed that neither of us was going to sleep anytime soon.
“Wanna turn on the AC to the max and put on a movie in the living room?” I asked him.
“Sounds great, what are we watching?” He asked enthusiastically.
“What genres do you like?”
“Anything that makes you go ‘Ah, shit!’ is good in my book, but I like movies in general.”
“Alright, that doesn’t help at all,” I raised my brows.
“Pick whatever you think is good, John,” He smiled and ruffled my hair.
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As a middle ground, I ended up making Dad choose between 3 movies I picked out.
“We’ve got Tokyo Godfathers, a Christmas anime movie, Pushover, a noir movie, and Goodfellas.” I laid out the options to him as we sat on the living room couch in front of the TV. I was now wearing my black shorts from yesterday and a yellow pikahu t-shirt, along with the white socks. The clothing wasn’t tight, but it hugged my body just enough to make me look slightly thicker. Dad chose to wear his old shorts as well, and a red Hawaiian shirt with a green leaves pattern.
“I’ve seen Goodfellas, so I guess Pushover.” He said as he raised his legs on the coffee table and relaxed to the side of the couch. I queued the movie before getting comfortable next to him and raising my legs on the table as well. I covered both of us with the cover I brought from my room and set the AC to its lowest temperature.
“You want popcorn?” I remembered to ask.
“No, but I could go for a beer.”
I was getting comfortable, so I reluctantly got up and headed to the kitchen to get some since I had offered. I grabbed a six-pack from the fridge and a bottle opener, realizing I could go for some cold beer as well, and went back.
“There you go,” I offered him the open bottle and took one for myself.
“Thanks.”
“That’ll be 10$,” I replied sarcastically.
“Does that include a happy ending?” He asked as he took a swing.
I laughed and settled next to him as the movie started. Pushover was about a cop who is tasked with befriending and tailing a woman whose boyfriend robbed a bank. The story goes on, with the woman figuring out the cop’s identity and asking him to kill her boyfriend so that they can run away together with the money. Essentially reluctant, the cop cannot resist her and eventually agrees to the plan.
We watched in silence as the room got more and more chill from the AC, to the point we were completely under the cover except for our heads. I had leaned into Dad at some point during the movie, resting my head on his shoulder as we held hands. This was like a home cinema date, I thought. Not that I’d know what a Date is supposed to be like. It was a normal I left behind when I decided to follow Dad in this relationship, and I did not miss what I did not know.
“I cannot resist you!” the cop proclaimed as he gave in to her offer and kissed her passionately. I could feel Dad’s chest slowly rising and falling next to me, and his comforting, warm body under the cover. I guess I knew how he felt. I wouldn’t be able to resist Dad either. It wasn’t just the weird sexual chemistry we had. Something more profound linked us together. An unspoken longing between father and son. I squeezed into him just a tiny bit harder.
The movie went on, with the cop killing the bank robber, claiming he was escaping, and another cop on duty for trying to interfere and framing it as a suicide. Another cop on the case starts uncovering the truth, so the dirty cop kidnaps another woman and tries to run away with his original woman. The good cop and his superior chase him, and the dirty cop tells his woman to run away before he ends up getting fatally shot. The good cop rescues the kidnapped woman and walks away with her, having befriended her earlier in the movie, while the woman who ran away returns to the dirty cop’s side and exchanges a few lovely words with him before being escorted by the police while they call an ambulance.
As the credits rolled, I stretched my whole body to ease the muscle ache that had set in.
“SO, what did you think?” I straightened my sitting position and asked Dad.
“I liked it. The story was surprisingly well written, and the actors are good in their roles. Nothing outright awesome, but quite entertaining.” He said as he adjusted himself on the couch.
“Ah, no fair. That was going to be my review.”
“Better luck next time, buddy.”
We laughed as I checked the time. It was now barely past midnight, and I was ready to call it a day, and Dad seemed to agree as well. I got up and stretched again. Standing there awkwardly for a second, I hesitated about where to go.
“What is it?” Dad inquired.
“I just realized we can’t sleep together tonight.”
He raised his brows at my words.
“Do you want to?”
“Well, yeah…” I said wistfully, looking down. I felt like a little kid asking his parents to sleep in their bed, “But we obviously can’t if we don’t want to give Mom a heart attack.”
“That would happen if she found us on top of each other in her bed.”
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.
“We can fix something here on the couch,” he patted the empty seat beside him.
“It’ll be uncomfortable,” I said, mulling the idea over in my mind.
“Does it have to be?” he countered.
“You want to do this?” I gulped, realizing he was trying to get me to agree to sleeping together on the couch rather than suggesting it for my sake.
“I don’t know when I’ll be able to be alone with you again.” His words shot right into my heart. “I haven’t gotten my fill of my Son quite yet.”
I was suddenly made aware of the clothes on my body and his body. The room was cold as fuck from the turbo AC, but I was still feeling a heat rise inside me, causing me a bit of cold sweat. I instinctively moved towards Dad and removed the cover entirely before straddling him don't the couch.
“I see you agree with me,” Dad smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands.
I felt my pulse quicken. Every experience with Dad put me quite well above my resting heart rate for better or worse. That’s probably why my body felt all weird and hot every time the mood shifted like this.
“I haven’t gotten enough of my Dad quite yet,” I said, and even swiftly licked my lips as a playful move.
Dad’s eyes were fixed on me. We drew closer slowly until I felt his warm breath on my face before we kissed. It was a slow, sensual kiss. No rapid movements, no wild tugs. We traced the shape of each other’s lips with our tongues, slow and steady. I felt my breath quicken again. He really took my breath away. Our connection was just so intense. I could tell he was getting worked up as well since his hands squeezed my ass harder. I was starting to get used to his hands’ comfortable presence of my ass too.
I grabbed his face with both hands as our kiss got more intense, our tongues slipping inside each other. I squirmed my ass on his crotch as I felt his dick wake up under his shorts. He was naturally big, but the way he swelled was one hell of an experience. “Good”, I thought to myself, “I’ll give him something that’ll keep him satisfied for a while.”
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and took it off, throwing it to the side. My shorts were a bit trickier, and I had to get up to take them and my boxer shorts off as well. Fully naked against Dad’s fully clothed body, I smiled at him as I massaged his growing bulge through his shorts, the other hand running underneath his shirt. He relaxed his head back, enjoying the service.
The cold air would’ve made me shiver had the excitement not set my body ablaze. I kissed Dad’s neck as my hands pulled at his shorts, sliding them just enough to free his thick tool. I felt it flop spring and flop against my own hard-on the moment the shorts were down and so I ground against it, frotting against him on the couch.
“Ahhh…“ A heavy moan escaped Dad’s lips, which prompted me to kiss him again.
Unlatching from the kiss, I got down between his legs. No breaks. I wanted to send him into overdrive today. Grabbing his big dick, I looked up at him and tried to look seductively. His eyes never left me as I put my face against the under belly of his dick, nuzzling in and taking in his musk. He wasn’t sweaty, but his natural manly scent was still strong. I rubbed my face against it and against his balls. I saw and heard him gasp as I buried myself between his dick and thighs, kissing along his inner thighs and leaving small pecks on his balls and base of his dick.
Dad seemed impatient, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair without pushing or pulling. That was good, but I needed more. I stuck out my tongue just enough to lick the under side of his dick and leave a barely wet trail.
“Oh my God…” Dad covered his face with his hands, but I wasn’t going to let him off easy.
“Dad!” I called out, and he lowered his hands a bit.
“Do you like this?” I asked with a sultry smile as I stuck out my tongue fully and started slapping my face with his dick playfully.
“Jesus, John!” Dad exclaimed as his whole body tensed up.
We were slowly breaking our boundaries more and more. He was indulging in loving and fucking me, but I wanted him to fully unleash his libido on me. I wanted to hear his fantasies, his likes and dislikes, everything that made this beautiful man tick. His huge dick was warm and heavy as its length slapped me all over my face and open tongue. I must have looked like picture perfect slut at that moment, and honestly, it made me a bit embarrassed, but the ridicioulusness of it all was so exciting that my dick was standing between my legs at full mast.
“So do you prefer this,” I asked him, tracing his pink head over my lips and ever so slightly touching it with my tongue, “or this?” I slowly let some spit dribble from my mouth onto his dick, then licked it off just as slowly, driving him wild.
“Fuck’s sake, John. I don’t think I ever saw someone give a blowjob this fucking hot before,” His voice sounded strained and his body was just as tense.
“So you like it? os should I stop?” I teased him.
“Stop? Like hell you will, boy.” It was my turn to tense up when I heard him calling me boy, “If you’re gonna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
My heart skipped a beat at the charged atmosphere. I couldn’t ponder much since Dad grabbed my hair again and forcefully, but lovingly, guided my mouth down on his dick and made me take him as best as I could. I tried my best to let my throat relax, minding my teeth and holding my breath so that I could take as much as I could. By now, I have gotten an idea of how to handle it, and by the third attempt, I was able to deep throat him fully.
“Fuck, you really are a natural at this,” He said as I reseted on his base, my nose buried in his pubes. I inhaled deeply, never being able to get enough of his intoxicating scent, and started trying to swallow so I could give his dick a massage with my throat. The effect was immediate as he cursed again and squeezed my hair harder. It hurt a tiny bit, but I was getting high on the whole situation, so it barely registered.
I went up for air, and we locked eyes as I took heavy breaths.
“Your dick tastes so good, Dad,” I couldn’t help but gush out how much I’m enjoying this, “I’ve never felt this happy before.”
“That’s my slut,” Dad encouraged me with a headpat before shoving me back down “Now work on your Dad’s dick, come on. Make me feel good, boy.”
I kept bobbing my head up and down on Dad’s thick dick, slurping and gasping from his enormous size. Yet, I was still on cloud nine. This whole ordeal was scratching an itch in my brain that I had neglected for so long. I finally got off his dick and took a minute to appreciate how shiny it became after it got coated in my spit.
Catching my breath again, I wiped my mouth roughly with my hand before holding on to Dad’s thighs as I raised myself to kiss him, then straddle him again. He was still fully lcothed except for his dick being out while I was full naked, the contrast making our exchange a million’s time hotter.
“The show’s just starting, Dad,” I announced as I raised my ass above his crotch and aimed his dick at my hole. Usually, it might have needed some preparing with fingers and kisses to open up well, but my hole was already freshly fucked there times in 2 days and for the first time as well. Fuck, I think I still had some of Dad’s semen lodged up there from this night’s previous load. Needless to say, all Dad’s dick wanted was some guiding help to poke my hole open. I sank onto Dad’s lap, wincing at his pole skewering me in this new position. My moans got substantially louder as my hole and insides sent jolts all over my body.
Dad didn’t let this opportunity slip as he shut me up with a kiss while he grabbed dmy hips and helped take more of his dick. My moans got even more whorish as his dick rubbed my insides just right, and he talked into my mouth hbtween kisses.
“That’s a good boy”, “Keep going”, and “Fucking slut”. He got more into it as I settled into his lap fully, my ass grinding on his thick powerful crotch.
For a minute, we didn’t speak or move. I had my arms around his neck, and we were touching our foreheads together. It was a resting moment at a height of ecstasy. He broke the silence first saying “Fuck, you’re so tight. Your hole feels fucking awesome, John.”
I smiled and picked myself back up before bringing myself down again.
“OH! FUCK!” Dad was taken by surprise, “I’ve never fucked anyone this good before. You’re so perfect, my God! I’m never letting this ass go. You hear me? Your ass is mine, Son.” His voice boomed, and I felt pride swell in my chest.
“That’s only because of you, Dad,” I beamed “My hole was made for your dick. Use it as much as you want.”
“I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars.”
“Right back at you.” I challenged him as I slammed myself fully once again against his crotch. He gasped loudly at the fierce attack, but quickly recovered and grabbed me harder, bucking his hips to meet my thrusting aass halfway. I swear you could’ve lit a fire with the high tension between our bodies at that moment. We were both moaning and gasping loudly as the sound of my cheeks bouncing on my Dad’s dick filled the room. My balls came down hard along with me and hurt a bit, but I felt a strangely hot, warm sensation spread through my body even with the pain. Dad’s dick was hitting my inner spot, his head nailing me just right and making me scream out in flustered ecstasy.
“You like that, boy?” Dad said with labored breath.
“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK MEE!!” I begged him, yelling at the top of my lungs.
Dad grabbed my dick with his hand, and it was like my body’s movement were making me jerk off using his hand. I felt the pressure build up in me as I kept riding my Dad like a wild horse, our bodies slipping and sliding against each other.
“I’m gonna cum, John!” announced Dad, his face contorted into a blissful haze.
“Fill me up, Dad! Seed my hole!” I yelled back at him, my body reaching its limits as well.
I felt my dick pulsate in Dad’s rough hand and couldn’t take it anymore as I slammed down one last time, burying him deep in me and locking my body into that position. My dick exploded between his fingers, spraying cum between both of us and making a mess. Dad couldn’t hold it in either when he felt my ass muscles clench down on his dick in a death grip.
“FUUUUUCKKKK!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as he buried his face in my chest. I hugged him tightly while he unloaded in my guts, loads and loads of potent man cum.
We held each other like that for a while until he drew away from my chest and kissed me again. I finally eased up on him and lowered myself, lying across his legs sideways. His dick slid out from my asshole and flopped down, covered in various fluids while my ass closed hard, holding his sperm deep inside. We were still kissing while his hand reached between my legs, and his middle finger rubbed across my entrance.
“Dad, no,” I said weakly, “It’ll leak.”
“Let it out a bit,” he ordered, and I obliged. I did my best to wink my hole, feeling some of the cum dribble between my legs and causing goosebumps across my skin. Dad didn’t miss it and scooped it up immediately before bringing his hand between us.
“Dad?” I looked at him, puzzled.
“This,” he looked at his cum covered fingers, “is where you came from.”
He let those sudden words hang in the air. Was he… was he getting off on the actual incest? Not that I minded, but I got curious and asked him.
“Do you like the cum?” I inquired, “Or do you like the fact it's yours?”
“Hmmm…” He thought about it before answering, “I wasn’t disgusted by own cum before, but I didn’t like it either. But now, I’m feeling weirdly intrigued.”
I watched him as he brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
“Maybe cause it looks so hot when you take it? I feel drawn to it,” He went on. “I feel drawn to everything about you, John.” His gaze was electric.
“That’s more than good enough for me.” I told him, my heart beating fast. Swiftly, I grabbed his hand and took his fingers in mouth, licking whatever cum was left on them and swirling my tongue around them before gently and playfully biting them while looking at him with pleading eyes.
We kissed again, the taste of cum being shared between us. We sank into a sensual kiss as he laid me down on the couch. At that point, I was so tired, I just wanted to grab the cover and go to sleep. That would’ve been perfect, but I had to push through the sweet grip of Dad’s kisses and tell him to stop so I could get up and get our clothes. He let me go reluctantly, realizing at least one of us needed to think rationally, and we put on our clothes, wiped whatever stains we made, cum or sweat, then laid back on the wide couch with him spooning me.
I felt Dad’s warm embrace. His head, which he buried in the crook of my neck, was so comforting. The lovely atmosphere and warm cover over us in the cold room finally overwhelmed my senses, and I found myself falling asleep while grabbing Dad’s hand close to my heart.
“Goodnight, Dad,” I said as I yawned.
“Goodnight, Son,” He replied, kissing the back of my head.
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I fell on the floor during the night. I remember it happening, but I also remember being too sleepy and tired to get back up. I also remember I fell because Dad kept poking me with his hard on all throughout the night. Luckily, I took the cover down with me, so I didn’t freeze to death in the night.
The world came into view slowly as I woke up from that subpar sleep. I was looking up when I saw my Mom standing in front of me, still and silent. I yelled and jumped up, hitting my head on the side of the coffee table.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, rubbing my head and adjusting to the light of morning. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, anticipating her reaction.
“Good morning to you, too,” Mom answered with no hint of emotion in her voice. “What exactly were you two doing?”
My eyes finally cleared up, and I was able to see her. She seemed to have just gotten in, her travelling bag still in her hand, and most importantly, a normal questioning look on her face.
“So we didn’t come off as too weird, good.” I thought to myself. I stood up and brushed myself off before answering her.
“We were watching a movie and we fell asleep,” I said, stifling a yawn.
“Since when do you two watch movies together?” She raised her eyebrow at me.
“Since yesterday,” I said, “We talked for a bit and hashed some things out.”
She didn’t say anything and looked over at Dad.
“Good to know all you needed was for me to get out of the house,” she said sarcastically, but her tone was laced with clear happiness, “Whatever floats you boys’ boat, I guess.” She added.
“Well, I can’t wait to hear all about tit later, but right now, I’m dead tired from my flight. I’m going to sleep in for a bit, so you guys figure something out for lunch.” She said as she turned around and moved to her room.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was too soon. She stopped across Dad, who was still asleep on the couch, and stared at him. More specifically, at the tent he was pitching at full length.
“oh FUCK!” I felt my heart drop as my whole body shut down, trying to think of something to say, only to find out I didn’t need to.
Clicking her tongue, she muttered a barely audible “Honestly…” before picking up the cover I was using and spreading it on top of him. She then carried herself off without so much as looking at me.
My body temperature was probably in the negative then, but I laughed quietly to myself as I watched her go. I guess it’s unlikely someone will think of incest right off the bat. Sitting down on the couch, I rubbed my face to calm down from the shock.
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“Morning,” Dad greeted me, walking into the kitchen and scratching his beard with his eyes half open. “How did you sleep?”
“Mom’s here.” I opened with the most important bit directly.
“Oh shit, really? Where is she?” His eyes snapped open, but he otherwise remained calm.
“Upstairs, sleeping. Coffee?”
“Much needed.”
I handed him a cup from the freshly made pot. I was halfway through my own cup.
“Did she say anything?” He asked after taking a sip.
“She did find it weird how we ended up bonding over the weekend, and aside from seemingly being used to your morning wood, she didn’t seem to think too much about it.”
“What morning wood?“ his eyes narrowed down.
“You were sporting some in your sleep, she covered you up.”
“Oh…” he muttered something before taking another sip from his cup.
“So what do you wanna do today?” He asked.
“What?” I looked at him quizzically.
“I want us to do something together today. Beats holing up in your room.”
He was back in Dad mode. I thought it over. I did want some alone time to catch my breath and relax from everything that happened, but I was also feeling quite the spark.
Dad had been trying to find a job recently. When he first arrived, it took months for him to readjust his schedule and habits, but now that he was settled in, he was looking for work. It wasn’t that we needed the money, as we still had Mom’s job and all his years long savings. It was that he wanted something to do, especially with how much of a busybody he was.
“Sure, what the hell. What do you have in mind?”
“Great! I was thinking we could set up a bonfire in the backyard. Maybe enjoy it at night with some cold beer while we talk.”
“Alright.” I checked my phone and saw that it was 10 a.m. We had slept in. “Let’s go get the stuff around 11?”
“Deal.” He beamed as he grabbed his cup and walked off, probably to check on Mom.
I sat there for a while drinking my coffee. When I finished it, I went to take a quick shower. The warm water felt awesome as I washed my body, tracing my hands over the places Dad had touched me. The sensations were fresh and exciting, yet still hard to believe. It felt like my Dad and the Dad I was sleeping with were still separated in my mind. Yesterday’s movie date was fun, though. It felt like a real cozy date, like I was with my Dad, both as his Son and his partner. I hoped today’s activity would carry the same feelings. When I finished, I dried myself before brushing my teeth.
The door to the bathroom suddenly swung wide open, and in walked Dad with nothing but a towel around his waist. I had to clench my teeth to keep the toothbrush from falling.
“What the hell??” I yelled at him.
“Relax, this is how men act normally.” Dad hung the towel on the wall before stepping into the shower with the most carefree attitude I have ever seen, his dick swinging in the wild.
“Yes, most men. Not us, who never as much as had a conversation before yesterday!” I countered, trying to leave before Mom saw us.
“She’s still sleeping,” Dad said, seeing me turning around frantically, “She’ll never suspect anything unless we make out in front of her or something to that extent, so calm down.” He reassured me.
“I am calm,” I responded from outside the bathroom before closing the door, “But I also don’t like playing with fire.”
I saw him shrug right as I closed the door. I still had my toothbrush in hand, so I went down and finished brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink. After that, I put on a sleeveless shirt with some shorts in preparation for my time with Dad.
Our house was right outside a small forest. Nothing you could get lost in, but still a forest. Our backyard opened into said forest, so we were going in to get some logs for the bonfire tonight. It’ll probably take an hour or two of walking around, but it could be a nice change of pace. Once Dad was ready as well, I put on my socks and sneakers, and we went in.
Despite the hot summer day, the insides of the forest were miles cooler due to the plentiful shade and nice open breeze. Dad had his signature white wife-beater on with his old shorts, which I could’ve sworn I’d thrown in the laundry. We were both sweating slightly as we walked around and looked for logs that would make for a good bonfire. We barely spoke as we weeded through the tall grass and tree branches.
“Hey, I need to ask you something.” Dad suddenly cut the silence.
“Yeah?” I turned around at the sudden tone.
“Did I hurt you in some way? Are you mad?” He asked with a measured tone.
“What brought that on?” I asked, totally taken aback.
“You seemed cold this morning. Are you having some second thoughts about our arrangement?”
“What? NO!” I yelled, trying but failing to control my voice.
“It’s okay if you are, you know. I want us to be honest with each other, like you wanted.”
I was still confused, but couldn’t help but laugh. Off in his world again. But the fact that he was attempting to talk about it was a big welcome. He was still looking at me with anticipation when I got close to him and held his hands.
“I was acting colder than usual because I didn’t want to let anything slip in front of Mom.” I told him, “And I was waiting till we got far enough in the woods to do this.”
I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. Dad closed his eyes and put his hands on my hips while I slung my arms around his neck. I enjoyed the feeling of his big, sturdy frame against me. God, I wish I could sleep in his arms again soon.
“So you’re not regretting what we did?” He asked softly, his head rubbing against mine.
“Not one bit. You?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this sure about anything before in my life,” Dad replied and kissed me again. I relaxed into his kiss, the cool breeze and hot sun enveloping us. I grabbed his rough hand and broke off the kiss.
“Let’s just get some proper wood first, alright?”
“Sure thing, baby.” He replied casually, to which I froze.
“You didn’t like that?” He asked hesitantly.
I shook my head shyly. “I love it…”
He laughed and squeezed my shoulder as we walked on. It took us about an hour to gather up nice big logs for tonight. We stacked them together, then sat down with our backs to them as we took a little break. It was hot and we were sweating pretty heavily. I tried to fan myself with my hand to no avail. Carrying the wood was easy, but the heat made it 10 times harder. Dad had lifted more than I for sure, but he seemed less tired than me.
“Why aren’t you dying from the heat?” I asked, a little annoyed.
“This much is okay,” he stated plainly.
“Oh, are you used to grunt work?”
“More or less, yes.”
“I see, no wonder you got good stamina.”
“I think I already demonstrated that, didn’t I?” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him before scootching over to him.
“I seem to have forgotten sadly. What is this stamina you were talking about?” I asked playfully as I settled between his legs with my back to him.
“Oh? Does my Son need another demonstration?” He asked. I turned my head around and kissed him.
“Yes, please, Dad,” I whispered into his ear.
I felt his hand reach around and grab my dick through my shorts which surprisingly tickled me for some reason. I squirmed and turned in his embrace, giggling, to which he responded by trying to tickle my sides more as I struggled against his hold.
“DAD, NO WAIT! HAHAHAHHA! YOU’RE RUINING THE MOMENT! AAAHHHHAHA!” I yelled while I fought against him, tears appearing in my eyes as my laughter exploded.
“But you look so cute laughing your ass off like this. It just makes me wanna do it more,” He exclaimed in a fake innocent tone as he continued.
“HAHAAAAAHH! DAD, NOO, STOP! HHHAAAHA! DAD!!” The tickling got too much that I elbowed him unconsciously.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” He finally said in a defeated tone, rubbing his elbowed side.
“Sorry,” I half meant it. Between the dying laughter and me being out of breath, it was hard to apologize. I slumped against him again, and he hugged me from behind.
“This is nice,” He said, “I’m so happy to get to spend this time with you, John.”
“Me too, Dad,” I grabbed his arms that were wrapped around me lovingly. “I can’t believe how much we missed out on all this time.”
“You never know, maybe it was for the best,” He remarked, “If things didn’t go the way they did, I might not have been able to do this.”
He reached his hand towards my dick again, and this time, it didn’t tickle. Instead, a heavy breath escaped my lips.
“Dad…”
“Yeah?”
“Touch me more,” I asked selfishly, knowing my Dad would indulge me.
He kissed the side of my head as his hand fished out my dick from my fitting shorts.
“Is my baby pent up again?” He whispered with his deep voice.
“Yeah, Dad. I need you more than before now.”
“Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?”
He started jerking me off real slow, causing me to grab his hand and urge him to go faster. His hand remained firm, but he started accelerating his up and down motion slowly. The uncomfortable dirt ground and the wild nature around us added to my stimulation, and the new experience felt out of this world as a result.
Dad kept kissing my neck and cooing encouragements into my ear as his hands worked my dick expertly. His other hand got around to playing with my balls, casually juggling them with slow, sensual movements.
It did not take long for me to squeeze my Dad’s forearms, notifying him I’m close.
“Dad, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum,” I said as my release became more an more imminent.
“That’s good. Let it go, baby.”
I couldn’t help it and uttered a weak moan as I felt my dick shoot its load into the air and between out legs, semen spraying across the dirt. The moment it did, Dad tugged at my dick and held it while my hips bucked against him trying to get as much stimulation as possible.
“Thank you,” I muttered weakly once my orgasm subsided.
“You’re welcome, champ,” He said with a smirk. I looked at him with an uneasy feeling before almost jumping up into the air as I felt electricity shoot up my body.
“DAD, JESUS, STOP!” I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as his hand grabbed my sensitive head and started rubbing it. The feeling was too overwhelming that I wanted to elbow him again, but he didn’t keep at it this time.
“I just wanted to try it once,” he confessed, laughing.
“Pervert,” I shot a weak comeback before turning my attention to his hand. Most of my cum ended up on the floor, but some of it spilledon his hand. I took his hand and brought it up to my mouth, and, holding his gaze, I licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of his slightly salty load. His eyes were fixed on me, clearly enjoying the show.
“Do you like the taste?” He suddenly asked.
“What brought that on?”
“I mean, you always lap it up right away, so I was wondering…”
Great. I’m a certified cum slut it seems. His words were a bit embarrassing, but it was also extremely exciting to hear him say that.
“It tastes whatever,” I answered him, “What I like is the idea of it. The fact that I’m swallowing your seed. So it’s more of a mental thing.” I answered him as best I could.
“I see,” He said absentmindedly. He brought his hand that I licked clean up to his face and sniffed it before giving it a couple of licks. I watched on in amazement.
“I already cleaned it for you, silly,” I laughed.
“I guess you’re right,” he laughed back.
“Now step back so I can help you as well,” I got up and readjusted my position.
Kneeling between his legs, it was my turn to fish out his dick. His huge tool easily flopped out of his shorts, always begging for release.
“Someone’s excited,” I smiled at his heavy dick swinging between his legs.
“You would be too if your Son was acting like one of them Playboy models,” He sighed.
“Don’t you mean Playgirl?”
“Whatever, you could’ve given either a run for their money.”
I felt myself beaming with pride that I was able to elicit this reaction from Dad. Hiding my joy with a coy smile, I started jerking him off with my face below his semi-hard dick. Dad threw back his head in bliss.
Once it was hard enough, I started licking it end to end. Dad started making weird noises as my tongue traveled from his base to his shaft and vice versa. I also started licking his balls and taking each in my mouth and swirling my tongue all around. Once I deemed his dick was well prepped, I started going down on it. Already an expert at this point, I took it all easily, bobbing my head up and down as Dad couldn’t help but grab my head and help me along, the feelings too intense for him to sit still. This went on for a while before I felt his whole body tense under me. I knew what was coming and took him fully as he came, painting the insides of my mouth with his sperm and shooting it right into my belly.
He started coming down from his orgasm and relaxed his hands, but I decided to have a bit of revenge. Never letting go of his dick, I placed my mouth on his sticky tip and proceeded to nurse gently but firmly.
His reaction was immediate. He yelled out as his thighs squeezed my head with a substantial force, his hands trying and failing to push me away as my sucking torture turned his body to jelly.
“JOHN! GOD, I’M SORRY! STOP! OH MY GOD!” A plethora of begging variations came out of his mouth as he flailed widely, trying to get away from me, even falling back to the ground.
I kept sucking on his head for a short while, swirling and swerving my tongue around it lovingly, before I decided to let him go. He immediately collapsed spread-eagled on the ground, his whole body shaking and convulsing.
“Fucking hell, what was that?” He asked, out of breath.
“Payback with love,” I told him as I climbed on top of him and laid myself there, enjoying the cool ground with him.
His hand weakly reached for my back and started caressing me. I kissed him again.
“I can get used to this,” I said, my mind swimming in bliss.
“Hopefully we will…” He said wistfully.
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At one point, the ground started feeling bad enough that we finally got up and carried the wood back home. Mom was sitting in the living room watching TV. She visibly beamed when she saw us coming back together, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt about what we were doing behind her back.
Dad told me that he briefed her on what happened this weekend (minus the sex part, which was about 70% of it) and how we decided to fix our relationship. She was obviously very happy with this, and even agreed to sit out the bonfire tonight since he told her he wanted some alone time with me for our heart-to-heart.
I relaxed in my room for a while, but couldn’t sit still or get on my computer. I tried scrolling for a bit, but even that didn’t distract me from the burning desire. I wanted to be with Dad. He was currently sitting with Mom, so I decided to give them a bit of space so as not to make her feel suspicious. Counting down the minutes, I couldn’t help but skip when the time to light the bonfire came around.
“You’re surprisingly handy at this!” Dad exclaimed while watching me set things up easily.
“Before we had a computer or an internet connection in the house, I spent most of my time outside, you know.”
It was a long time ago, but it was such an integral part of my childhood that it never faded or slipped away from me.
“Why, that’s great! I was worried you’d disintegrate if you left your room for too long, but I’m glad to see my Son is quite capable,” Dad beamed with pride.
It made me happy to hear his praise, but I also rolled my eyes at those old assumptions of his.
It took some time, but the fire eventually grew, and the tall logs were burning up quite nicely, the flames reaching way above our heads. It was a relatively cool summer night. The weather was still hot, but the lack of sun and the occasional breeze made it just a bit cooler. The fire was very cozy, and it was a simple joy to just sit and watch it burn up, which his exactly what we did.
Dad brought two foldable chairs outside and set them in front of the fire, and I got us a six-pack in an ice container. We relaxed in our chairs and enjoyed the atmosphere. I would have wanted to sit on his lap, but we couldn’t risk it, sadly.
“You know, I’m still surprised at how like me you turned out to be,” Dad said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you called me stubborn before, but you have the same stubborn streak. You also spend a lot of time alone, but you handle it well and can even communicate exceptionally. I was wrong in my first assumption about you.”
I wondered if this was his way of apologizing for doubting me all this time, but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore, at least to me.
“I was wrong about you, too,” I replied.
“Really? How?” He asked eagerly.
“I thought you were a bit of dumbass to be honest, WHICH I DO APOLOGIZE FOR,” I added quickly when I saw him raise his brows, “But now I think it’s that combination of sutbborness and honesty. I was weirded out by how strong you came on to everyone and everything at first, but it grew on me. There’s something quite special about it.”
Dad let out a soft “Hmmmm”.
“I’m glad we opened up to each other, John,” He said. “I hope you realize how happy I am at what we did.” His tone was somber and thoughtful.
“I do, Dad,” I told him earnestly, “I’m just as happy as you, if not more.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.“
The world stayed silent as it observed our quiet reaffirmation of our love, with nothing but the sounds of wild insects and crackling fire to disturb the peace. I felt as if my body were as light as a feather, the swelling emotions inside me only serving to carry me higher.
