My son the town slut

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and contains incestuous sexual relations between father and son, as well as between brothers. All characters are fictional and are over the age of 18. Please do not read this text if you disapprove this type of content, or if you are a minor.

This is the first ever story I write, so feel free to send your feedback to me at [email protected]

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Sunlight crept into my bedroom through the small holes in the blinds of my windows, the next morning, and I slowly woke up.

For a brief moment I thought: "Man, I had the craziest dream...", but then I realized it had been real. It really had happened! I had watched my sons having sex in their room, and I had jerked off on my bed, to the sound of their moaning voices. I was confused. I was ashamed. I was excited. And I was envious and jealous. If there were no boundaries and taboos in society, I would fuck my son every day, no hesitation. It wasn't fair that Ethan got to enjoy the delicious, gorgeous and youngest member of our family, and I didn't. I was the man of the house after all, so I should get my way.

"I might have to shake things up around here", I thought.

To be frank with you, the bi porn I most often watched was in fact incest oriented. I regularly watched videos of parents having sex with their son or daughter. It's my dirty little secret. Of course, the actors aren't really related, and just to be clear, I only watch porn with adult actors.

When I watched the porn, I didn't normally imagine anyone from my family in the scenarios, but Noah's face had popped up a few times, and man did I enjoy that. But I always felt bad after having cum. Now that I knew more about my sons' secret nocturnal rituals, maybe I didn't really have that big of a reason to feel ashamed for my lust for incest. They were doing it, so why couldn't I?

I lay in bed thinking, and I hatched a plan.

After a few minutes I got out of bed and put a fresh pair of white briefs on. I was about to put my bathrobe on, as I would every morning. But I stopped. We weren't the kind of family that would walk around the house half naked. I guess we had an unspoken rule of respecting each other by putting on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, at the least. My first decree: Dad wears whatever he pleases. Maybe not the most ground-breaking change, but I had to start somewhere, and I was already looking forward to seeing the boys' reaction to my new style. Would they see the outlines of my big tool through the white revealing briefs?

I adjusted my semi-hard dick and went to the bathroom. I looked in the bathroom mirror. I had quite a bit of stubble. At this point I would usually shave to not look untidy, but I decided to leave the stubble. I had to assert my dominance in this house, and for this I wanted to look the part. I was the alpha male, not Ethan. He couldn't even grow a full moustache if he wanted to. Pathetic... I also decided to skip my daily morning shower. I wanted to keep my musky man scent while at home. Second decree: Dad is the only real man of this house.

I left the bathroom and stood in front of my sons' bedroom door. I reminisced about last night, and the awakening it had been. I carefully opened the door.

Ah! What a sight! My youngest son was spread out on his belly, still sleeping. His cover was pushed to the footboard of his bed. As if seeing his milky smooth skin and skinny body in only a pair of small grey briefs wasn't enough, I could see a dark spot on the briefs. It was almost the size of a coaster, right in the center of his round butt. Ethan had evidently cum in Noah, and the juice had leaked out of Noah's little boy pussy throughout the night. Noah's moaning echoed in my mind, and I was simultaneously thrilled and pissed off. Ethan had beat me to it, and far worse, he had been the one to take Noah's virginity. My sweet young boy, filled with his brother's seed. I could feel my dick moving in my briefs.

"Time to wake up, kiddo!", I said in a clear voice. Had I stood there much longer watching him sleep I would have had a full-on boner. I needed to shift my focus. Then I got an idea.

Noah lifted his head from the pillow and looked at me, eyes barely open. His gaze went up and down my body, then stopped at my bulge. He looked surprised, and a bit embarrassed. His embarrassment increased when he realised that he was just as undressed as me. He turned around and grabbed the cover quickly, depriving me from the alluring view.

"Time for a change of underwear as well, by the look of them.", I said, refraining from leering as to not reveal that I knew what the wet spot on his ass actually was.

"I'm starting the washing machine right away. I have some things I wanna get cleaned as well. Hand them over.", I said and gestured with my hand.

"What?" Noah had a confused look on his face. He lifted the cover to check what I meant.

"Other side", I pointed out. I was cackling on the inside, toying with him this way. His blushing face pleased me. He was right to be embarrassed.

A light went off in Noah. He realised what I meant. He must have felt the wet cum between his cheeks as well.

"Nah, it's alright", he said. "I'll keep them on for now."

"Nonsense. Give them here! I wanna get the machine started.", I replied.

His body wiggled under the cover as he removed his cum drenched briefs. My boy was now fully naked under there. I needed to see more. I craved it.

I quickly walked to his bed, and before he had the time to get the briefs out from under the cover, I lifted it. For a split second I got to see my boy in his birthday suit. He had almost no body hair, except for a few blond pubes just north of his dick which was surprisingly small. I guess he hadn't inherited my size the way Ethan had. In a way, except for the sorry excuse for a dick, he almost looked like a girl. He was skinny but had a feminine shape.

I snatched the briefs out of his hand.

"Dad!", he said in a resentful tone.

"Why're you so fuzzy? I don't have all day.", I retorted and walked out of the boys' room with the boy briefs in my hand.

Standing by the washing machine in the bathroom, I inspected my son's drawers. The smell of cum pervaded the air. I put my nose to the fabric, right where my Noah's little pecker would have been. The scent was different there. It smelled quite sweet. Was this the scent of my boy? I was enthralled to know what he smells like, and couldn't wait to sniff it from the source.

I decided not to taste Ethan's cum. I reckoned that was what a bottom would do, and a bottom I was not. Instead, I whipped out my hard dick and let Noah's wet briefs envelop it. I wanted to share the smell of cum with them. I moved the fabric up and down my cock as I licked my lips. After a while, I stopped. I didn't want this horny feeling to go away. I didn't want to cum just yet.

I threw the proof of my sons' deviant act into the washing machine, along with some dirty laundry. 

Noah was having breakfast at the kitchen table, now fully dressed. My dick was still a bit firm as I walked in.

"Morning son."

"Morning dad", Noah answered in a monotone voice.

I went to the kitchen counter and poured a cup of coffee.

"Where's your brother?"

"He has a soccer match today, remember?"

I turned to Noah, and took a sip of the coffee. I saw him steal a peek at my bulge.

"Oh, right. And what are your plans for the day?"

It was a Saturday, so Noah was free from school, and I from work.

"I'm gonna head over to Stephanie's place soon", he replied.

"Oh, nice. I hope she has recovered well from her accident."

"What? Oh, right. Yeah, she's doing alright.", Noah said sounding a bit nervous.

"You know I've been meaning to repaint you guys' room. Well, no time like the present.", I said with a smile and sat down beside Noah. I felt my ball sack touch the seat. It was a nice sensation. I should wear less clothes more often.

"OK, cool.", Noah said without sounding very invested.

"So, what's with the new style?", he asked with a weirded out kind of smile.

"Oh these?", I said as I turned the chair towards him and pointed right at my dick.

"It's really liberating and comfy. You should try it sometime."

His eyes were fixed on my full package. I think, for a moment, he lost himself in the sight of a real man's junk. It felt so right to give him the privilege of seeing me this undressed.

"Hey, eyes up here boy.", I said and gave him a playful wink.

"Haha", Noah laughed nervously.

"Anyway, I'll leave for the hardware store to buy the paint. I'll drop you off on the way."

"Uh, no no. There's no need."

"Stephanie lives quite far, no? It would save you the bus ticket. Also, it's on the way to the store, if I'm not mistaken.", I said.

"No, I... I feel like going for a walk anyway."

This all seemed strange. Noah didn't really enjoy physical activity that much. He wasn't particularly lazy either, but voluntarily going for a long walk rather than a car ride wasn't like him.

"Alright. Whatever you say, kiddo", I said in an easy-going manner, but I was getting suspicious...