Deep Fake

I wasn't trying to snoop on my son's computer. It just kind of happened.

My laptop had died suddenly and the new one I ordered was being delayed in shipping by a couple of days. Thankfully, T.J. was home from college after his freshman year, and he even helped me pick out the specs for my new computer. He's a computer science major, a smart kid, and is into computers maybe the way I'm into cars. 

I'd retired from the Marines a couple of years ago and now was doing consulting work, mostly from home. I had a report to get out that Monday and finished it mid afternoon. I double checked and proofread it, then hit send. It was about 3 and I figured I'd have time to get a good workout in then get a start on dinner. My wife Jenn worked 9 to 5 so I'd learned how to do some basic cooking a few nights a week. 

But before I powered down T.J.'s computer, I made sure I moved my report to my thumb drive. Then I saw the file in the general area of his hard drive. TheColonel.jpg. That was T.J.'s nickname for me all through his teen years, a combination of respect and playfulness. When he addressed me, it was Dad or "sir" but to his buddies, he'd refer to me as The Colonel.

Almost without thinking, I clicked the image. 

Holy fuck. The picture was very realistic, and at a quick glance it might take someone a minute to realize it was fake. I knew immediately, because a rendered version of my face was combined with a giant, steroid-huge muscle body. Like a bodybuilder pumped to obscene proportions, standing shirtless in a hallway. The uniform pants weren't completely right, since the AI parameters had morphed a Marine Corps enlisted uniform with cargo pants. And the setting seemed weird and generic, like a cross between a hotel room and a military barracks. 

But the picture was recognizably me, or supposed to be me. Medium-cropped silvery hair, and my face, blurred only a little bit by the generator software.

I wasn't dumb. T.J. had never come out or indicated he was gay or bi or anything. But he clearly had made this hypersexualized image of me for a reason. 

Yeah, I clicked around. My son didn't hide his stuff, and there was a file labeled Porn and one labeled AI. 

A lump formed in my throat as I opened more image files. Somehow, unbelievably, they got more obscene. There was one showing me in full USMC dress uniform, belly swollen big. That one was labeled "TheColonelKnockedUp.jpg." There were a lot of ones that T.J. clearly had used to perfect the generator prompt. Me in various staged of uniformed dress and undress, twerking, bending over, spreading my legs. I have a pretty muscular ass in real life, but my son had amped up the proportions there, making my butt obscenely round, like the buns were going to split my uniform trousers open.

I was actually breathing heavy, a little freaked out and a little turned on. It didn't surprise me that T.J. had stuff on his computer that was wild or out there. He was a college kid, and everyone has sexual fantasies. I just didn't expect to be the star in his. 

Maybe that made me feel better about invading his privacy. It definitely made me feel better for imagining my college-aged son as a sexual being. T.J. was a cute fucker, for sure, though in the past I thought of him in that proud parent kind of way. He'd played soccer in high school, and somehow inherited the best genes from me and his mother. He wasn't a big meathead or anything, but he'd come home from his first year at college bulked up in all the right ways.

Apparently he fanatasized about me getting even more muscle than my ex-Marine build already had. 

My curiosity had the best of me now. I clicked back out of the AI folder and thought I'd see what kind of porn T.J. was into I expected some professional videos, maybe because that was the kind of stuff I watched when I had to take care of my orgasm on my own.

Up came a file list that was long and all similarly titled. DadFucked1, DadFucked2, and so on.

Nervously, I opened the first. I'd heard of deep fakes before but this was a slick looking video of a young guy pounding an older man. A man my age. A man with my face. There were a couple of glitches, but it looked pretty damn real, like I was bending over for some young dude T.J.'s age and getting rough fucked. 

I was hard now and embarrassed at my own erection. I couldn't stop watching though. The video clips were on the shorter side, I guess the generator had an easier time with minute-long snippets rather than full vids. 

It was the fourth one before I hit paydirt. Me on my belly, my face looking strangely excited, while T.J. covered me tight from behind, thrusting in slow and deep. 

I unzipped, and it took about four tugs on my prick to relieve the pressure. Hard spurts of cum fired out of my cock as I watched a fake video of my son taking me from behind. 

In the post-orgasm clarity, I was a little freaked out. More than a little. But that didn't stop me from copying all those files to my flash drive and ejecting it, to shut down. 

I was too distraught for a workout, but figured a run would clear my head. It helped, a little. 

But later that evening, T.J. knew something was off. I tried to act normal, but I just felt embarrassed and guilty. Guilty for snooping on his computer, guilty for being turned on enough to jack off, and maybe a little guilty I'd raised a fricking pervert. 

Jenn probably thought I was just frustrated by work stuff, but after she went to watch one of her favorite TV shows, it was just me and T.J. doing the dishes and cleaning up.

"You looked at my porn, didn't you, Dad?" my son whispered as he leaned in close. I was struck at that moment how much sexier his voice had gotten over the last year. Manly, deeper, yet also young and collegiate.

I nodded. "Sorry, Teej. I shouldn't have."

He had a smirk. This was definitely a side to my son I hadn't seen before. "I'm glad you did," he said simply, taking a plate from my hand and drying it off. 

I was walking on a minefield. I knew it. T.J. knew it to but seemed to relish the danger. "Yeah?" I croaked in response. There was that complicated mix of nervousness and horniness from earlier, coming back to me now.

He nodded. "I figured if you were gonna chew me out, you'd have done it by now." 

I guess I'd been pretty strict with the kid growing up. "I'd have to give myself a lecture first," I admitted. I had a lot of faults, but I hated hypocrisy. 

My son seemed amused more than anything. "You enjoyed watching them, didn't you Dad?" It was probably a hunch, but the more I blushed, the more he sniffed my fear. 

"I shouldn't say," I grunted.

That made T.J. smile big. "I have Wednesday off work," he whispered. "We can try acting out one of those videos."

This was so fucking wrong. Wrong for me to be even thinking it. Wrong for T.J. to be suggesting it. "I don't know, son," I replied, as quiet as I could. 

He put the towel down on the counter and turned toward me. God, I could see he had a boner in his shorts. "Yeah you do, Dad." Then in a more conciliatory tone, "Just think about OK? Seriously, you don't know how much I've fantasized about you."

I gulped. "I'm getting a pretty good idea."

T.J. laughed. "I'm gonna have to go watch one of those videos now," he announced. 

He paused so our eyes locked. Goddamn it, I was a retired Colonel and my own son was making me feel like a lowly grunt. But I enjoyed the novelty and the taboo of it. My college kid was about to go jerk off to a video of him fucking me. And making no bones about it.

I couldn't speak, I just watched like a deer in the headlights as Teej showed off his hardon one last time the strutted off to his room. 

***

My laptop arrived the next day. I knew I had to set it up and get my work stuff organized. But I also knew I wanted to watch more of T.J.'s handiwork. 

So for the next two hours I stroked and edged and watched every since one of the deepfake videos my son had created. He was a horndog with a perverted streak all right, and I was impressed with the handle of the technology. I could see the videos getting better, more realistic. The voice was the hardest to do, and sometimes he kept them with generic sex grunts, which was hot, too. 

They got progressively harder edged, too. Us in leather and me in bondage. T.J. rough fucking my throat. Me being passed around a pack of horny tops, including my son. 

The freak out I was feeling just fueled my sexual excitement and my ultimate cum. This time, I didn't feel quite the wave of guilt as I had the day before. Maybe I was lucky I'd made this discovery.

I expected T.J. to make some lewd comment that night, but he just gave me a wink once when he wouldn't be notice. And that was it.

***

The next morning was torture. I woke up with a killer boner but did OK hiding it. Jenn was out the door on time and I made my breakfast and checked some work emails. I rehearsed what I'd say to T.J. now that we had the day alone together. That included the ways I'd tell him now, the talk I'd have about not going too far, or crossing boundaries. 

But when I watched my son pad into the kitchen area, bare chested and in his lounge pants, I felt that lump in my throat again as my eyes followed him. T.J. was lean in build but was starting to show some real muscle, and his abs were tight and rippled, with just a dusting of brown hair that led to his adonis belt. He had a shank of morning wood poking up, but he didn't seem self conscious about it. Instead, he just fixed himself some coffee then came over and sat across from me at the table.

"You decide, Dad?" he asked. He no longer had that smirk on his face but more of a probing, almost pleading expression. God, T.J. wanted this bad, wanted me. 

Maybe that's what made all those rehearsed speeches of mine go out the window. "I can't believe we're even discussing this, son," I said. My voice quieter, even though Jenn wasn't home. 

T.J. shrugged. It was like he could read me, and tell that my lack of a stern no was significant in itself. "No one's gonna know, Dad. It'd be hot as fuck."

My son just seemed so sexual and sexually confident at that moment. A question popped in my mind. "You... um, have any experience, Teej?"

That smirk came back. "A good amount Dad," he replied. "I've banged a lot of older guys... None are as hot as you, of course."

This was flattery, but something else. T.J. seemed fixated on his old man. "I have to say, I surprised you didn't have any normal porn on your computer," I observed. 

He flashed a smile. "I have a hard drive of some stuff, but that's mostly what I used to make the ones of you."

My resistance was starting to kick in. Not fully, but I reminded myself why we shouldn't do this. "You have me doing some pretty wild shit in those, son."

"That weird you out?" T.J. asked. Shit, I knew the answer he wanted from me. He wanted me to say I loved watching the rough stuff with me as the porn star.

"Maybe... yeah," I replied. I may have been the dad, but I was the vulnerable one here, and Teej was the experienced sexual hunter.

"We can take it easy, Dad," my son said with surprising sincerity. "I know how to do that, for real." His blue eyes looked greedily into mine. "I'd just love to tap your ass, sir."

I wanted to form words, but they didn't come. I was too afraid of what I might say. Afraid I might agree to sex with my son. Then afriad I'd turn him down.

T.J. wasn't gonna give me an easy out. His smile returned as he stared me down. Then slowly, he stood up. I could see that hardon. A match for mine, and just a shade thicker. He walked around the table and then pulled the elastic over his erection, showing off his dick in all its bare glory. 

"You get me so hard, Dad," he cooed. Giving his boner a soft stroke and then angling down toward my face. "Especially knowing you watched those videos."

I looked up at him. Horny, but scared. I silently pled with him to cover back up. 

"Open up, Dad," he said. Sternly and simply in his college-dude voice. "Open your mouth."

I didn't open wide but I parted my lips and that was enough. T.J. pressed his hard staff between my lips and against my tongue. I tasted him, tasted my own son's precum, salty and a little floral. I swallowed it, and that action was enough to urge my son to press forward. 

My first dick to suck and it was my Teej. I did better than I expected, until I choked a little on its thickness. T.J. held steady and let me get used to him, then he used his hand to coax me up and down. He even quietly talked me through my first blowjob, instructing me on what to do. I wondered how much he'd fantasized about this moment. And I wondered how I was living up to his fantasy BJ. I wasn't gagging or doing deep throat like the version of me in the videos. But it seemed to be enough for T.J. 

"Oh shit, Dad!" he cried suddenly. "Pull off!"

I did, just in time. He didn't cum, but my son's jock jerked wildly and spit out a spray of precum that became a thread dripping down the floor. It was hot as fuck to watch. Maybe that was the moment I gave into it all. To stop doubting myself or worrying about the incest thing. To stop doubting T.J. 

"Dude... first time out and you're a fucking rock star at sucking dick," he enthused. Smiling down on me. In a fucked up way, I was proud. 

"I can finish you off," I offered. 

He shook his head. "I want the full ride, Colonel. Come on, let's go back to the bedroom."

I didn't think to ask which bedroom, but as I followed Teej I was relieved to see he was leading me to his. With a simple motion he peeled off his lounge pants and stepped out of them, making himself completely nude in front of me. I was bigger, older, and more muscular than T.J. but he had youth on his side and was just fucking beautiful. 

I peeled off my T-shirt and started undoing my shorts. My son's hands were already on my newly exposed muscle. "You're a total DILF, Dad. I sommething think even my straight buddies carried a little bone for ya."

T.J.'s lips were on my neck, in full lover mode as he pawed at me. His touch turned me on and kept me rock hard. "Just go easy, son," I warned. "You promised."

He pulled back and smile. "Don't worry, Dad, I got this," he boasted. And then he leaned in for a kiss. My own son, making with me. I sent shivers down to my toes. I loved this too much.

Teej walked me back to his bed, the covers still unmade. I'd made him do a military tuck each day when he was growing up, but he was an adult now, his own man. 

I fell back on the mattress and a second later my hunky son was on top of me. Kissing me, humping my body, feeling me up. I knew then he wasn't lying about having done guys before, he was simply too experienced. 

"Shit, you still got that Marine muscle, all right," he said as he leaned up and openly felt up my arms and chest and shoulders. 

I felt my dick pulse against his. "From those pictures I found, it seems like you want me bigger."

That playful smirk came back. "All roided up and huge?" he laughed. "That's porn Dad. Trust me... real life is incredibly hot." He massaged my 52-year old brawn openly some more. "Though if you wanna get bigger for me, I wouldn't object," he winked.

I watched my son scoot down. I thought maybe he was gonna suck my dick, but he got between my legs and looked down at me. "Come on, Dad, lift your legs."

I was scared now of being fucked for the first time, but as I lifted my legs back, Teej knelt down and started muzzling his face in my crack. Then I felt his tongue licking.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped. Realizing I was about to get my ass licked for the first time.

Teej did more than lick. He munched my hole and ate me out, like I'd eat out a woman's pussy. The more he got into it, the harder my dick got. I was now leaking pretty hard and feeling a dull pleasure in my hole. 

My kid had skills, I'll admit. He'd barely pulled back before I felt a lubed finger press against my ring. 

"Just coming in with one, Dad," he announced, soothingly rubbing my lower belly as he fingered me nice and slow. 

"See.. feels good, right?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I admitted. "It does."

The second finger felt even better. T.J. let me enjoy that for a minute before the third crammed into me, tighter and not too comfortable. But he talked me through that as well, and pretty soon I was relaxing my hole for him. 

"You're cherry aren't you?" he asked.

"100 percent," I replied. 

T.J. leaned up. Somehow his teen dick was even harder and bigger. It was already slick with lube, a lot of lube from the look of it. 

"Let's make it zero percent," he grunted. and like that he was timing the retreat of his fingers to the inward motion of his cock. 

"HOLY fuck!" I gasped. It wasn't pain but the psychological impact of penetration felt weird as fuck. 

I hadn't closed up yet so Teej took advantage of his breach to power in a few more inches, before my ass rebelled and clenched up on him. 

"I'm, Colonel," he hissed, breathing heavy and VERY turned on. A strange part of me was glad I was able to give T.J. this gift, and I could read the horny appreciation in his eyes. "Just relax, sir."

I took some deep breaths myself. The more I tried to will my guts to feel more comfortable, the tighter I got. T.J. pulled back about an inch, which helped. Then he thrust back in that same distance, back into my tightness.

I can't say I was enjoying this, but my son was working me open, and it was ultimately successful. 

"Gonna break you in, Dad," he whispered, and something about that turned me the fuck on. I felt T.J. sink deep into me, all the way in.

"Oh FUCK, Dad!" he enthused. "You're so fucking tight."

T.J. leaned down for a quick kiss then pulled back up, making a move of placing my muscular legs on his lean shoulders. "You're ready, Colonel," he said. Then started fucking me. 

It should have hurt. I had a cock inside me for the first time and it was a pretty big, meaty cock, too. And T.J. wasn't going too soft on me. My son wasn't rough fucking like the videos but he was just on the steady side of fast as he stafted me with athletic excitement. 

He paused for a second to give me the lube. "Stroke off, Dad," he said, holding his hips steady as he watched me squirt some liquid on my hard dick then set the bottle to the side. 

When he resumed it was like magic. The masturbation pleasure made it all click for me, and Teej was hitting some spot inside me, hard and repeatedly. 

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, Colonel?" He grunted. "Gonna cum on your son's cock."

His hips were faster now, pumping me deep and hard as I gave it up. I don't remember ever cumming so hard. It was like I was gonna black out from the pleasure and the full-body pleasure.

T.J. was getting his own nut now, growling a surprisingly deep sex cry as he unloaded good and hard inside me. 

We kissed some in the afterglow and I held on to Teej until his dong softened and slipped out. 

"That was the best, Dad. Seriously," he said, patting my chest. 

"I can't believe we did that," I said. I don't know if it was guilt, but I had a lot of emotions in my head just then.

T.J.'s smile reassured me. "It's just sex, Dad. We can talk about it, if you like. But I think I need some breakfast first, OK?"

***

We did talk about it, but something about my son's laidback nature put me at ease. It was something that happened, and would probably happen again. Why not enjoy that forbidden, naughty fun? T.J. clearly had no qualms about it. 

He went off to the gym while I got started on my workday. A normal, ex-military dad doing my normal work. But I felt like a kid with a new toy. Come mid-afternoon, after my son had returned, I was gently knocking on T.J.'s door, nervously asking if he'd like to fuck me again. 

We took our time the second time around, with T.J. showing me some new positions. It lacked the mindfuck hotness of losing my virginity to my son, but in other ways it was hotter. Maybe because I knew Teej was gonna bone me pretty regularly now.

We were able to get back to normal before his mother came home. Good thing Teej has a better poker face than I do. And good thing I was still worked up enough to perform my conjugal duties that night. The idea I still carried some of my son's seed inside me may have egged me on with Jenn. 

The next day, T.J. was off to work. We didn't even have time for a quickie, but he slipped me a thumb drive when his mother wasn't looking. 

The minute both were gone, I fired up my laptop and opened the flash drive. There was only one file. ColonelCherryBusted.jpg.

It was me all right, or an AI version of me. In full Marines dress, medals and ribbons on my jacket and cover on my head as I leaned back in an upholstered chair in some fake, nondescript living room. 

From the waist down, AI me was naked, the hamstring and calf muscle looking insanely knotted as I pulled them back to my chest and held them spread wide. 

The man's hole, my hole, was gaping wide open and a heavy river of cum dripped out of it. Seeded and used. 

This is how T.J. saw me. 

I got a text notification. "You like it, Dad?" my son wrote.

I typed back. "You do great work Teej. Only real life is hotter." I smiled and waited for his reply.

"Noted, sir. I'll have to see if I can leave you like that one day soon."

I leaned back in my desk chair, hard as a railroad spike. T.J. would have a later shift tomorrow, and maybe a couple next week, too.

Yep, semi-retirement was the best decision I ever made, I decided.