At around 9:00 the next morning, I woke up. The night had been more sweltering than the day before, and I forgot to turn on the AC before I went to bed, so the house was a bit muggy. The sun that shone through the windows didn’t help. I opened mine to let in the morning breeze and made the bed real quick. No way last night was real. Sure, my dad and I were close, but had we really jerked off together? Well, even if it was a dream, it was over. Right now, I need to piss.
I opened the door and went into the hallway, but across the hall, I saw that dad’s door was cracked slightly. From his room came grunts and moans; not of pain, but of pleasure. Peeking through the crack, there was dad, going to town on what looked like a fleshlight, but the kind that’s more like a realistic masturbator toy with a pussy and ass. He was thrusting in and out, his ample ballsack slapping against the smooth pink material. The toy was on the bed, dad on top, fucking it from above, missionary style. His hand gripped underneath it, fingering its asshole. Fuck, did it turn me on to see. Dad’s body was dripping with sweat, his breaths were gasps and pants. The sheen on his back made it look like he was glowing in all his horned up state. Each time he drove his cock into her cunt, the bed would rock and squeak, almost as if she was moaning. From my point of view, I could see his delicious firefighter ass, which he also seemingly kept trimmed; and every time he would tilt his hips back, more of his cock would pull out, and his asscheeks spread apart, leaving his stunning hole on complete display. I might have drooled a little. His moans echoed throughout the house, and his rhythm picked up; he was about to cum. Shit, I couldn’t let him catch me being horny again; that would be too embarrassing. I slowly pulled the door closed and it clicked as it shut.
I hurried to the bathroom and got myself a nice cold shower going. Hopefully it would relieve my issue. I quickly brushed my teeth and got myself clean. While in the shower, a loud moan could be heard from dad’s room all the way to the bathroom. Seems like he enjoyed himself. After I finished my bathroom routine, I decided to get some breakfast downstairs. Dad was down there too; we had the same idea.
He stood there by the stove, peering out the window that overlooked town, gray underwear from last night on. Where the tip of his soft cock was outlined, a small wet spot had formed. “Hey kid, how’d you sleep?” he asked.
“Really well, actually. We got any eggs left?”
“Just fried up the last two—sorry,” he said, pointing at his mostly empty plate. “I gotta go to the story anyway for some things. I’ll make sure to get more.”
“No worries, there’s leftover pizza from last night.”
He smiled at my comment, but then his expression changed to one that was more distraught. “So…about last night. I hope I didn’t make anything too awkward. I just thought that you were old enough to decide what you were okay with, y’know. I haven’t seen you much since you’ve been in school, but I thought it might be—cool—to chill with your dad and just be a man and do man stuff. Sorry if I crossed a boundary though, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird or gross. I don’t want you to feel that between us. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“No worries dad, don’t sweat it. You’re right. I probably didn’t visit as much as I should have; sorry about that. And yeah, it was nice to be—cool—and chill with you for a night. It doesn’t make me feel gross in the slightest—y’know, other than the cum all over.”
Dad chuckled. “Yeah, but in the moment, it’s hot.”
“I remember you being laid back when I was a kid, but you weren’t this laid back; not with this kind of stuff.”
“I guess having four years to yourself changes you.”
“How so?” I asked.
“With no one to talk to and nothing to keep you busy besides a job, you get bored, and bored, and then get experimental.”
“Experimental?”
“That’s for another day, bud. Now eat. I’m gonna put on some clothes and go shopping; you wanna come with?”
“Nah, I think I’m gonna just chill for the morning.”
“Suit yourself,” he said. He got dressed and went out the door. “I should be back in 30, see ya.”
I looked out the window and watched as his car drove around the bend and down the hill. I wonder if dad noticed the bulge in my shorts. If I had a brother named Ferb, I would have told him ‘I know what we’re gonna do today.’ I ran upstairs to dad’s room, and there in all its provocative glory was the pussy toy. It’s cunt was slick with lube, and leaking from the folds was the load from when dad had cum in it. His room smelled of sweat and masculinity, musky pheromones and raw, wet sex. I pulled down my pants and pulled out my cock. I had to be quick; 30 minutes wasn’t that long. There at the edge of the bed, I lined up with the opening and sunk into the dripping cunt. Fuck, it was slick. Even though I had just cum last night, I was sensitive as hell. The mixture of dad’s cum and lube lined the ridges inside, and they massaged my cock and played with my foreskin. Almost too good. I wanted to enjoy the feeling, so I slowed down my hips and then changed positions. Laying on my back, I thrust up into her. Dad’s cum oozed out and slid down my cock and onto my sack, which was tightening with every thrust. The squelching and my moans filled the house. Running my hand up and down my legs, I thought of last night and remembered how dad had grabbed my thigh. I lost myself in the pleasure of my imagination.
“Twice in 24 hours? What a pervert. You really need to get your hearing checked.” It was dad, standing in the doorway of his room, arms crossed. He licked his lips and walked over to me. “Forgot my wallet. I see you found one of my experiments.”
I removed myself from the fleshlight and covered up with his blanket. “Sorry, it was just too tempting. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing’s wrong with you, son.” Dad sat down next to me on the bed. “If something was wrong with you, then there would definitely be something wrong with me.”
There was silence between us for a bit. I didn’t know what to do. The shame ran through my body and I got soft.
Dad saw that I was uncomfortable. “I’m serious, y’know. Wanting something that feels good isn’t a bad thing.”
He grabbed the pussy. With a careful sensuality, he pushed two of his burly fingers in, stretching the toy, then pulled back a bit, then pushed back in, prodding her insides over and over, curling his middle and index so the bulge from his fingers could be seen on the outside. I had never cum hands-free before, but just the sight of it alone almost brought me there. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He took his fingers out, got on the ground, and kneeled at the edge of the bed. He brought his face to her folds and gave them one long swipe of his tongue.
Lost in his aroused trance, he asked, “Is this wrong to you?”
“No,” I said. My cock was definitely no longer soft.
I reached toward him and ran my fingers through his hair. Grabbing hold, I tugged his head back toward her cunt. He continued to lick and tongue at her tightness, planting kisses along her thighs.
“Is this wrong?” I asked him.
He looked up at me, proud. “You are definitely my son.”
“How’s it taste?”
He groaned. “Divine.”
Dad lifted up the pussy and let all that was left of the cum and lube drip into his cupped hand. He stared at me and gradually brought his hand closer, eventually resting it against my stiff cock.
“Is this okay?”
I didn’t say anything. I just took his arm and twisted it lightly, placing his slick palm on his target.
He laughed, gripped me, and started to stroke. “The guys at the station would love you.”
I wasn’t going to last long. Seeing dad on his knees, eye-level with my cock, looking up at me like he was begging me to let myself go? Who would be able to restrain themselves? His pace quickened, and wet slapping filled the air.
“Your hands feel so good, dad.”
“Cum is the best lube.”
“Not just that. It’s the cum and your rough hands together—feels good. So hot.”
I was sweating and panting, just as he had been that morning while fucking his toy. And now here I was, getting a handjob from my dad, using his cum as lube. Dad had total control of me. My balls tightened and he grinned, knowing what was coming.
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
I looked over at the pussy and nodded toward it. He grabbed the toy and positioned it above my cock. He lowered it until the head was in, and then he pulled it away. He did it again, this time sinking it a little bit further down, but he pulled it away; he was teasing me.
“Dad, if you don’t stop fucking with me, I’m gonna do it myself.” I grabbed hold of the toy.
He didn’t want that, so he impaled the cunt on my cock and moved it up and down, much faster this time. The ribbed lining continued to rub me just right. A few seconds later, my sack was as tight as it could be, and I was pumping loads into her. Damn, that was nice. Dad slapped my thigh, just as he had done last night, and got up.
“Nice one. I’m gonna go get those groceries now.”
I laid there on the bed, sweat and cum covered. “Don’t forget your wallet.”
“I won’t. Make sure to clean her up.”
