I heard your conversation
I had just returned from a football match with my friends that had ended sooner than I expected and once home, I had a shower first and then grabbed a book and started to read. My parents didn’t know I was home.
And suddenly I started hearing a conversation they were having and of course was never intended for me to hear.
-I don’t wanna suck your cock, Eustace.
The voice was my mother’s. She’s Vivian Reynolds, 43 now and she’s a university teacher. She teaches History, but in the afternoons. Now it was 11 a.m. of a Friday in September.
-It’s been almost two years that you haven’t sucked my cock, Vivian.
Now it was my father’s voice. My father’s Eustace Reynolds, one year older than his wife. He’s a family doctor.
-I don’t like blowjobs, Eustace, I’d rather be fucked, is it that you don’t like fucking me?
-You know I love it, Vivian, but I long for blowjobs. It’s something I really love. We could change our routine.
-I ain’t gonna suck your cock. Fuck me, or else nothing.
-You’ve just turned me off. Now I can’t do it.
-So I’ll leave you now, Eustace, I must go shopping.
It was then that I saw my mother coming out and she almost stumbled with me.
-Oh hi Edwin, didn’t know you were home.
And she left. I’m Edwin Reynolds. At 23, I’m studying history at university cause I can count on my mother’s advice and she’s my teacher. But that does not make it easy. She marks my exams but often fails me. I’m gay but my parents don’t know.
But instantly I saw my father coming out of his room and sighed first and later sat on the couch where I was.
-Not a good day, dad?
-I’ve had better days, Edwin.
-Sorry dad, but I heard your conversation. I’ve been home for half an hour and I heard what mum told you.
-Oh, Edwin, we’d better not talk about it.
And just then I started stroking my dad’s crotch.
-A man also has some needs and I could show you how a dick must be pleased, how a man must be pleased.
-Stop this, Edwin, I’m your father, it’s not correct.
-Your dick right now belies your words, dad.
-Are you gay then, Edwin? -he finally asked me.
-I am dad.
-Well, I love you just the same, Edwin. You can be with whomever you fancy, but not with your own father, please stop.
But instead of stopping, I pulled down his zipper and took out my father’s cock, really hard then, and started to masturbate him.
-Please Edwin, your mother’s not at work, she’s shopping and might return at any moment and catch us.
-Then you’ll have to cum soon -I answered never stopping the masturbation-, if we had more time, I’d give you a blowjob. I love mum dad, but if she doesn’t do it, it will be me: you’ll have a willing mouth, I promise. And when you cum, your semen will be under the table and she wouldn’t notice. I’ll mop it later.
-I’m cumming, Edwin -my father shouted, really aroused at my first masturbation, despite having told me that I shouldn’t. Oh if he allowed me, I would really show him how a dick must be pleased.
-I’m not angry at you, Edwin. I understand that you’re gay and wanted to try this experience with your father, but still don’t know whether this is correct.
He had time enough to hide his dick before my mother returned. Instantly she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch and then I seized the opportunity to mop the living room so that my father’s spunk could not be seen.
Soon later we had lunch. My father was all the time hard. I think my mother didn’t notice and if she did, she could think my father was hard cause he could still be thinking of the frustrated blowjob.
But it would be me who would give Eustace Reynolds a blowjob when my mother left for work.
When she finally left us, I looked lewdly at my father, wanting him sure that I would please him more.
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