Owen's fantasies

FANTASIES

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I was home at last after a tiring week. Now I was eager to greet my only son Owen, who lived alone with me since my divorce and at 22, he studied martial arts and was already a teacher of taekwondo.

I had jet lag and only wanted to greet him, then eat something and later have a necessary nap. But I had returned two days earlier. We made the renowned Dupont clothes. We did fashionable menswear and I am the main designer of the company. My name is Charles Dupont, and I am now 45 years old. I had just returned from Europe, where we had had some fashion shows in some big cities. I had told Owen that I should return on Tuesday but our last fashion show should have been held in Madrid. But the weather had made it impossible: not only it was stormy, but heavily windy and even foggy so we had thought it would be better to cancel the show for nobody would come. And that was the reason I had had to return two days earlier.

The house where I lived with Owen was really large and I was looking for him. Maybe he was not at home. So I headed to the kitchen with the aim to cook something easy like an omelette and then go to bed. And I finally found him there but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

My son was then totally nude in there and was comfortably jerking himself off.

-Shit dad, you told me you would return on Tuesday. I wanted to have a naked week and sometimes I would be whacking off a bit. I was thinking right now about my friend Hermione.

Hermione was the girl my son liked now. He’d had two girlfriends so far but both had let him down and he was single again. I understood Owen’s need of masturbation, of course. I had always been open-minded and long it was since I took the decision of allowing my son any liberty and we had often talked about sex. I was his father but was, hopefully, his best friend too. And he had always told me everything, even his sex with his two former girlfriends.

-Kiss me, Owen –I told him-. I don’t care you’re naked and wanking. You know you can do anything you want, except hurting people. It is true I have returned unexpectedly but you should have chosen any room on the first floor. Just think that I could have come with somebody and that person could have discovered you naked and jacking off.

-Oh, dad. You’re so open-minded that I want to continue naked at least till Tuesday as I expected. Would you mind whether I continue naked for two more days? I’ve phoned my mates at the gym and told them I am sick and won’t return till Tuesday.

-Well, Owen, do as you wish. You can continue naked and I will go and cook and omelette. I am hungry.

When the omelette was ready, I sat down to eat it, and I saw Owen was masturbating again.

-Do you mind, dad? I’m so horny that I want to cum again.

-Owen, listen to me: when your mother told me she wanted to have a child, I was thinking about it for some days cause I doubted I could be a good father till one day I thought about something: I would always respect anything my child could be. You could have been gay, for instance, and I would have respected you. The only thing I could not respect is that you would hurt somebody. But if it is that you are having fun wanking before your father, you can also do it. Do what you want.

-Don’t I turn you on, dad? I have a long dick, don’t I?

-Is it that you even want to turn me on?

-It’s unorthodox, dad, but I like to have an audience watching how I jack off.

-Owen, have any fun you want, just don’t expect me to be aroused. I’m not gay and besides I am your father. But well, since you want some flattery, I admit that you are cute and you have a sexy body.

-And what about my dick, dad? Is it not sexy and long?

-It’s long but so it could be called a sexy dick, you would also have to know how to use it, Owen.

-I don’t know whether there’s anything wrong with my dick, but Carrie and Jane were not always horny with it and I got a bit frustrated.

-I think you would have to learn some things, Owen.

-Learn what, dad?

-It is you that should discover it, Owen. I won’t tell you anything.

-Ok, dad. It’s so hot to do this that I’m cumming now –and I could see his semen falling finally on to the floor.

-Hope you allow me to do this more often, dad. You’re so open-minded and it has been such a hot experience to wank before my father that I would like to repeat.

-Then have that fun too, Owen –and I kissed his cheek then-. Now I’m gonna have a necessary nap. I’m so tired after the travel.

I left him there naked in the kitchen and headed to my room with the intention of sleeping. It was not easy. First I had to think whether I found myself comfortable for having allowed my son to be that free and I was sure he would like to do it more often. Well, wanking is always funny and it could be really pleasant for him to wank before me. Let him have that fun whenever he wanted. I would never get shocked, but of course I was not horny. I was not gay and he was my flesh and blood. Well, finally I was able to sleep for five hours and when I woke up, I headed to the kitchen. I was a good cook, but today I only wanted to eat easy to prepare meals so I wanted to make a salad now.

But when I entered the kitchen I saw Owen sitting naked there. Of course I was expecting that. But what I could never expect is that the moment I entered I saw him jerking himself off again. Well, if I had already taken the decision to allow him that fun, I should not hesitate now. So I kissed his cheek and smiled at him. I said I would prepare a salad for both now and he could continue what he was doing. So all the time it took me to make dinner, he was wanking, his face a good show of arousal. It seemed that his new sexual fun was beating off before me.

-A pity that you’re not hard, dad –he told me in the midst of his new naked masturbation as I was finishing the salad.

-Owen, is it that you would like to see me hard at you? You know very well that I am not gay, and you’re my son, for God’s sake.

-Of course I would like to see everyone hard at the vision of my dick. Sit down, dad. I’m gonna tell you something and I would understand it if you got mad at me now.

Finally I sat down to eat my salad and invited Owen but he told me he’d already had dinner.

-Dad, I’ve spent the afternoon jacking off. I went to my room and watched some porn of a hot girl sucking a guy’s cock but…

-Come on, Owen, you can tell me –of course he was masturbating again-. Why do you fear that I should get angry at you? I will never do that.

-Because I had too much liberty in my room and… well, the boy’s cock soon became my cock in my imagination, but soon the girl’s face morphed into your face and well… it was you sucking my cock, dad.

-Owen, be sincere now, is it that it even gives you fun to think that it is your father sucking your cock? And aren’t you worried because that’s a gay fantasy?

-I don’t think I’m gay, dad, but if a boy ever wanted to suck my cock, I would allow him. I would like my dick to excite everybody, and yes, even my father. I have beaten my meat three times in my bedroom this afternoon I didn’t need to think about Hermione now. It became more arousing to think it was you, dad. Forgive me, please or send me to hell if that’s your wish.

Owen was becoming a real narcissist then and in that moment to think it was his father who could suck his dick was a more pressing need than thinking about a girl. I had never sucked any cock of course. I had never felt attracted to do it. I just thought for a moment whether I could be able to one day suck a cock and I thought why not? If ever I desire to do it, I would. But so far I did not desire it. And what about sucking Owen’s cock, would it be so terrible to give my son a blowjob? We were friends and it was obvious Owen would be delighted if I did it. So I thought that it wouldn’t be so terrible to do it one day, but not now, whether I desired it or not. I would do it, but first Owen had to learn something fundamental.

-I won’t send you to hell, Owen. You’re my son and I like you the way you are. If you like fantasizing about your father sucking your cock, that shows at least that you have guts. So you can continue doing it, jacking off and thinking of whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to get horny. And I say again that you have something important to learn first that will improve your sexual life. But I’m your father and love you, whatever you are, whatever you do.

That was all for that day. The two following days before he returned to job were similar. On Tuesday afternoon, when he came home, he took everything off in my presence and started to masturbate again before me as I was making coffee for me and him.

-Do you still whack off thinking I’m sucking your cock, Owen? –I asked him because I wanted him to know first that his father would never object to his sexual fun, and second because I wanted him on fire. I still had no erections seeing him jerking himself off naked before me, but I knew what his fun was now, and I had no problems in encouraging it.

-I beat my meat every day a couple of times thinking you’re sucking my cock, dad. I cannot help it. Forgive me if now my new sexual desire is to turn on my father.

-Wanking is always funny and of course you could beat off over me privately and I would never know. But I prefer you tell me. So I ask you now: how do I suck your cock?

-Do you really want me to tell you, dad?

-If you still haven’t understood that I will never reproach you anything, Owen, you will know now. Come on, tell me.

-Ok dad. Well, I imagine you so horny that you suddenly come into my bedroom where I am comfortably naked and jacking off and you suddenly surprise me by saying: Owen, I would really like to suck that sexy cock you have. That big dick makes me so horny that I’m always masturbating at the thought that I could have it in my mouth: can I? I tell you then that you can and suddenly I see you kneeling on the floor and licking my balls. That turns you on so much that you take your dick out and continue licking my balls till you finally tell me you need to taste my dick and I see your tongue then coming slowly up my long dick and resting at my glans in no hurry. You tell me you love the taste of your son’s dick and swallow it complete at last. I know very well that besides having a sexy long dick, I can hold my orgasm for very long. And then you suck my cock for at least twenty minutes till you finally tell me you want me to fill your mouth with my spunk and finally I decide it is time to finally cum in your mouth and as I am cumming, you shoot a big load on the floor too.

Maybe with these fantasies Owen was learning. At least in his thought it was not him the only one cumming. I came too. So allowing him these fantasies I could be teaching him something. After he had told me his fantasy of how I had sucked his cock, he shot a new load. I was getting used to see him cumming and that at least didn’t shock me.

The next day he surprised me by saying something else to me.

-I don’t know how to thank you dad for the way you have to understand me and never reproach me for wanking over you. I’m getting to know myself a bit better and now I wouldn’t mind finding a boy pleasing me. But I would like to go further in my fantasies. I’ve never fucked any girl up her ass and I wouldn’t mind it was a boy now. I wanna stick my long dick finally inside an ass. And I would like to imagine I am fucking you, dad, do you mind?

-If I told you not to imagine that, Owen, you could surreptitiously do it and wank thinking you are fucking your father. So once again I prefer to know. Ok, if you need my permission to masturbate thinking you’re fucking me, you have it.

-Dad, and could you please show me your ass? It’s just that I would like to see the hole where I would shove my penis, just that, dad. Of course I will never do anything against your will.

-Ok, Owen. Look at your father’s ass and imagine you’re fucking me.

I stood up then and shamelessly pulled down my pants. I was not getting hard yet with him but the situation of knowing Owen wanted to beat his meat thinking he was fucking his father was making me a bit horny. I’d always thought a father should do anything for his son’s fun, so at once I was showing my ass to him.

-What a gorgeous ass you have, dad. Oh my God, how I would desire to one day have my cock in there.

And the next day, Friday he told me before work that he had spent the night thinking he was fucking me and the thought was so arousing for him that he had had the need the masturbate three times.

-And how did you fuck me, Owen?

-It was differently in all my masturbations but all of them were more or less like this. You suddenly entered my bedroom without your clothes and as I was not asleep you told me that you were so horny with your son’s sexy long cock that you have sucked so many times before that now you also wanted to feel it up your arse. I got so excited with your words that I told you to lie on the bed. You did showing me again that sexy butt you have and urged me: come on, Owen, fuck me, I really desire it. And finally I entered your hole. It hurt you but you told me my long dick was giving you pain but also ecstasy. So I continued fucking you. You didn’t mind the pain and even began to touch my whole body till there came a moment when you told me it didn’t hurt you now and you wanted your son to fuck you every day. And a long time later I finally came into my father’s ass for the first time and feeling my cum you also came in my bed.

-Glad you have some fun too now, Owen. Ok, masturbate all you want thinking you are fucking me –I just smiled at him.

-How I would like to see you hard one day, dad.

-Are you experiencing some gay feelings, Owen?

-I think I am, dad, but just with you. I know I never will make you hard and it’s frustrating for me. For one day I would like my fantasies to become realities. And I would really like to fuck you, dad. Now you know.

-Maybe one day, Owen. I cannot tell you categorically that you will never do it. I like your fun and I’m comfortable seeing you so horny at me. I love you, Owen: be whatever you want.

He returned to the gym and I went to my job too, where now I had to focus on designing men’s jackets for our next show and hopefully for our next autumn sales. My son continued to live naked every day still beating off before me, still fantasizing I was sucking his cock and he was fucking me. I knew by then that even if I had never before had gay sex, I could at least suck Owen’s cock, for he is the one I love most in this world and even if I didn’t like the taste of his dick, I would do it till he came because I wanted his fun. Indeed it would have been for me very easy at least to give my son a blowjob, but I didn’t do it because I still missed something, something that Owen had not learnt yet and he would have to learn first so he could always have a satisfactory sexual life, with girls or with boys, for I suspected now he liked both, or even with his own father if first he saw what little was missing for us to have sex together if that was his wish. But I would know the following day that he had been all that Friday night reflecting before he dared jack off and he had learnt some things that he would tell me on Saturday morning.