The first light of dawn filtering through the curtains roused Cal from a deep, dreamless sleep. He blinked, his vision blurry as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. The softness of the mattress beneath him, the warmth of a body pressed against his side - it all came rushing back in a rush of memory and realization.
He turned his head to the side, his gaze falling upon Billy's peaceful face. His youngest son was still asleep, his expression one of contentment and satisfaction. Cal felt a pang of guilt as he remembered the events of the previous night, the way he had given in to his darkest desires and taken his own son like a lover.
He knew that what they had done was wrong, a betrayal of everything he should hold sacred. The bond between a father and son was meant to be one of love and protection, not lust and depravity. And yet, as he looked at Billy now, he couldn't deny the strength of the connection they had forged, the intimacy they had shared in the heat of passion. Seeing Billy sleeping as he was, lazy and unguarded, Cal felt a surge of emotion run through him. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to run and hide or if he wanted to pull his son back into his heated arms.
Billy stirred beside him, his eyes fluttering open. A slow, sultry smile spread across his face as he met Cal's gaze. "Morning, Dad," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep and satisfaction. "Sleep well?"
Cal swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I...I don't know," he admitted, his voice strained. "I'm not sure what to think about last night. What we did...it was wrong, Billy. We shouldn't have..."
But Billy cut him off, rolling onto his side and pressing his body close to Cal's. "Shh," he soothed, his fingers tracing patterns on Cal's chest. "Don't overthink it, Dad. It felt good, didn't it? Why deny ourselves?" Once again, Billy seemed oblivious to the torment he was putting his dad through.
Cal felt his resolve crumbling, his body responding to Billy's touch despite his best efforts to resist. "Because we're family," he insisted, even as he knew his protests were growing weaker. "We can't keep doing this, Billy. It's not right." Cal’s protestations sounded weak even to his own appalled ears.
Billy's expression hardened, a flicker of desperation flashing in his eyes. "I don't care if it's right or not," he growled, his voice low and intense. "I want you, Dad. I need you. And I'm not going to let you push me away just because someone else says it's wrong. What we have...it's special."
Cal felt a surge of anger, his jaw clenching as he fought to control his temper. "Listen to yourself, Billy," he snapped. "You're talking like this is some kind of real relationship, like we can just ignore the fact that I'm your fucking father. It's not normal, and it's not okay."
But even as he spoke the words, Cal knew that they rang hollow. The truth was, he wanted Billy just as badly as his son wanted him. The aphrodisiac and the forbidden taste of his son’s body had awakened something primal within him, a dark desire that he had never known existed. And now that he had supped on it, he wasn't sure he could ever go back to the way things were before.
Billy must have seen the conflict in his eyes, because he softened his tone, his voice becoming coaxing and persuasive. "Just give it a chance, Dad," he said, his breath warm against Cal's skin. "We don't have to tell anyone about this. It can be our secret, our special bond. Don't you want to explore this, to see where it takes us?"
Cal hesitated, his mind racing with doubt and desire. He knew that he should put a stop to this, should push Billy away and try to forget about the forbidden pleasure they had shared. But the temptation was too great, the pull of his son's body and heart too strong to resist. There was no drug in his system, no easy excuse to fall back to in his mind to protect his ego. He was feeling lust for his own son, plain and simple. The part of Cal that felt he needed to protect his boy became feeble in his mind as Billy’s words and his youthful sexuality seeped into his mind twisting and turning inside him.
Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded. "Alright," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "One more time. But then we have to talk about this, Billy. We can't just keep pretending like everything is normal." Just once more, Cal thought to himself. Then he would stop this insanity, once and for all.
Billy's grin was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mix of love and lust. "Anything you want, Dad," he purred, his hands already slipping lower, teasing and exploring. "Just say the word, and I'm yours."
Cal's heart raced as he crawled on top of Billy, his body moving on its own accord. He couldn't resist the pull of his son's warmth, the magnetic attraction that seemed to draw him closer with every passing moment. As he settled between Billy's legs, his lips found Billy's in a deep, passionate kiss.
Billy melted into the embrace, his lips parting eagerly as Cal's tongue delved into the warm, inviting shape of his mouth. They kissed hungrily, desperately, like two lovers reunited after a long separation. Cal could faintly taste himself on Billy's tongue, a reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had shared just hours before.
As they kissed, Cal's hand drifted lower, as if guided by an unseen force. His fingers trailed over Billy's flat stomach, dipping into the hollow of his navel before continuing their downward path. Billy shivered beneath his touch, his hips lifting slightly in silent invitation.
Cal's fingers brushed against the smooth, soft skin of Billy's inner thighs, teasing and caressing as they parted and moved higher. Billy's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through his body.
Finally, Cal's hand reached its destination, his fingers brushing against the damp, slightly sticky skin of Billy's asshole. He paused for a moment, struck by the knowledge that he was touching his son in the most private, most intimate way possible.
But the temptation was too great to resist. Slowly, gently, he circled the tight ring of muscle with his fingertip, feeling it twitch and flutter beneath his touch. Billy let out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking upwards as he sought more of that delicious friction.
"Fuck, Dad," he panted, his voice thick with need. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
Cal obeyed, his fingers pressing more firmly against Billy's entrance. He could feel the lingering slickness from the night before, the evidence of their illicit coupling still fresh inside his son’s body. It was a potent aphrodisiac, stoking the fires of his own desire as he remembered how it felt to have his own cock buried deep inside that tight, hot channel.
His fingers pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle and sinking into the velvety heat beyond. Billy cried out in pleasure, his back arching off the bed as he was penetrated once again by his father's touch.
"More," he begged, his voice ragged with desperation. "Please, Dad, I need more."
Cal's heart swelled with a mix of love and lust, his body responding to his son's pleas. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching and preparing Billy for what was to come. He knew that he was crossing a line, that he was giving in to a desire that he had always fought to suppress. But in that moment, lost in the heat of his son's body and the depth of his own need, nothing else mattered.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll never want anyone else." These were the kind of things that Cal would say to a lover, to someone like his ex-wife. But they felt so natural as he said them. The words were so very wrong, but somehow they felt so very right.
Cal's cock throbbed with a desperate need, the ache of his arousal growing more intense with each passing second. He could no longer ignore the primal hunger that coursed through his veins, the desire to claim his son in the most intimate way possible.
With a low growl of desire, he removed his fingers and positioned himself between Billy's legs, his thick, hard cock nestling against the slick, inviting heat of his son's entrance. Billy looked up at him with hooded eyes, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he awaited the inevitable penetration.
"Please, Dad," he whimpered, his voice thick with need. "I want you inside me. I need to feel you, all of you." Cal looked down at his son, and he knew Billy was telling the truth. There wasn’t even a flicker of doubt or deceit on his boy’s face.
Cal couldn't hold back any longer. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside his son, the tight, wet heat engulfing him like a velvet glove. Billy cried out in shock and ecstacy, his back arching off the bed as he was stretched and filled in the most exquisite way possible.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Cal groaned, his hips starting to move in a slow, deep rhythm. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made for me."
Billy nodded frantically, his hands gripping onto Cal's shoulders for support. "Yes, yes," he panted, his hips rising to meet Cal's thrusts. "Harder, Dad. Please, fuck me harder."
Cal obliged, his strokes becoming faster, deeper, more urgent. He could feel the tension building in his loins, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. But he held back, determined to make this last, to savor every second of their forbidden union.
He leaned down to capture Billy's lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling and twining in a wicked dance of lust. As they kissed, he reached between their bodies, his fingers finding Billy's hard, throbbing cock and wrapping around it in a firm grip.
"Come for me, baby," he whispered against Billy's lips, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want to feel you come for me.” Cal stroked his son quickly, matching the frenetic pace of his cock boring it’s way deep into his son’s hungry hole.
Billy's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering and quaking as Cal stroked him to the edge and pushed him over. "Oh god, Dad," he sobbed, his cock pulsing and twitching in Cal's hand as he spilled his seed, painting their stomachs with hot, sticky ropes of cum. Billy’s ass pulled Cal into its fleshy grasp as he rode the waves of pleasure surging through his body.
The sensation of Billy's orgasm triggered Cal's own release, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside his son's spasming hole. He threw his head back with a guttural cry, his body convulsing as he emptied himself deep inside Billy's most intimate depths.
For a long moment, they lay there entwined, father and son, lovers, and something more. Cal could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. He knew that what they had done was wrong, that they had crossed a line. Again. But it would be for the last time.
"I love you, Billy," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens, I'll always love you. You're my son, forever and always." He gingerly pulled out of Billy’s body, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning as his boy’s hole squeezed on his cock along the way. Finally, his cock popped free, and Cal felt another surge of lust as he watched his youngest son’s asshole quickly close back up, capturing the seed it had earned.
Cal stepped out of bed slowly, his muscles aching with the exertions of their passionate lovemaking. He began to dress, his movements stiff and mechanical as he tried to process the enormity of what had just happened between them. He felt dirty and raw, just like he used to after a night of mindless sex in his younger days. The thought made his mind reel and his cock twitch.
"Billy," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "What we did...what we’ve done over the last couple of days…” He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “It was wrong.” He said, simply. “All of it. I know we both got caught up in the moment, that it felt good, but we can't let anything like this happen again. We have to go back to being a normal father and son.” He looked at his soon, pleadingly. “No more of this..." He gestured vaguely, encompassing the rumpled sheets and the lingering scent of sex in the air.
Billy sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist as he watched Cal with wide, imploring eyes. "Dad, no," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "You can't just shut this off, like it never happened. I know you feel it too, the connection between us. It's too powerful to ignore."
Cal shook his head, his jaw set with determination. "I'm sorry, Billy," he said firmly. "But I'm your father. It's my job to guide you, to teach you right from wrong. What we did...it's not right, and we can't keep doing it."
Billy's face crumpled, tears welling up in his eyes. "But I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I want to be with you, in every way possible."
Cal felt his heart clench at the sight of his son's pain, but he steeled himself against it. "I love you too, Billy," he said softly. "More than you can imagine. But sometimes, you have to do what's right, even if it hurts."
He finished dressing, his clothes feeling constricting and uncomfortable. He felt like he was putting on a mask, hiding his true self behind a facade of normality. But it had to be done. He released a shaky breath and turned away from his son for a moment.
“I have to go to work now, Billy,” he said. “We will talk about this more soon, I promise.” He rose. “But not now.”
As Cal stepped out of the house, closing the door softly behind him, he couldn't shake the heavy weight of guilt and confusion that settled in his chest. He knew he had made the right decision, knew that what had happened between them was wrong on every level. But even as he told himself these things, a part of him ached with the loss, with the knowledge that he would never again experience the forbidden ecstasy of making love to his son.
He climbed into his Bronco, the engine roaring to life as he backed out of the driveway. The early morning sun felt harsh against his skin, the brightness almost painful after the dim intimacy of the bedroom. He drove aimlessly for a while, his thoughts churning as he tried to make sense of the tangled mess of emotions inside him. Eventually, he would have to go back to the house, where Billy and the proof of his mistakes waited for him. But not yet.
Meanwhile, back in the house, Billy lay in bed, his face a mask of anger and betrayal. He watched his father's truck disappear down the street, feeling a surge of rage at the way he had been cast aside, dismissed like some casual fling rather than the lover he deserved to be.
His fingers clenched around his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen as he debated what to do. In the end, he knew there was only one person he could turn to, one person who would understand his pain and his desire. He had opened Billy’s eyes to so much. He would know what to do.
He opened up his messages, his fingers flying over the keys as he poured out his heart, spilling the beans on his torrid love affair with his father.
He said it was the last time. That we have to go back to normal. Like what we have is just some cheap thrill. I hate him! I hate him for making me feel this way, for making me want something I can never have. You were right about him. He's just another weak, hypocritical fuck. I need you. I NEED YOU. Please, tell me what to do. Tell me how to make him see.
As he hit send, he felt a rush of relief, the anger and hurt momentarily forgotten in the anticipation of his dealer’s response. A small part of Billy chided himself, knowing that he was only going to make things worse by pursuing this obsession. But in that moment, lost in the haze of his own pain and desire, nothing else mattered.
When Billy’s phone lit up, he snatched it from its resting place on the bed. His eyes skimmed over the words on the phone’s screen, and the sullen expression on his face quickly dissipated.
Easy there, baby boy. Your dear old dad may be one tough nut to crack, but every man has a weakness. Just relax and let me take care of him.
He knew he could count on him. He was the only man in Billy’s life who ever kept his promises. Grinning widely now, he began to text back, eager to learn of his dealer’s, his true lover’s, plan and finally put it into motion.
