Pervert Bert and his pervert Brad

CONFIDENCES AND MASTURBATIONS.

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-Oh, you were in here, Brad –I had just opened the bathroom door, difficult sometimes to open and you needed sometimes to push hard. We should repair it one close day. I didn’t open the door on purpose now, I swear I did not do it on purpose this time, but I didn’t hear any water and I thought there was nobody in the bathroom. And there I had just discovered my son Brad, totally nude inside the bathtub and he was obviously jacking off and it was a time masturbating that now he suddenly stopped of course.

Brad Langley, my only son, was 26 now and was still studying philosophy but was about to finish. He’s always been a good student. We have lived alone together all our lives, since my wife left me when he was a mere baby and being such an egotistic woman left me in charge of our son.

I’m Albert Langley and started working at 37 selling tickets in the railway station. I’m 45 now. I had just arrived home after my work and thought I was alone.

-No need to stop, Brad, you can continue your masturbation.

But he had already cupped his balls and blushing, he told me.

-Dad, I’m not gonna masturbate before you –he told me hiding as best he could his hard dick.

-A pity I have suddenly caught you, but masturbation is always funny. I also do it, an average of six times a day, in fact. You could just ignore me and go on with your fun. I have only entered because I have no bottles left of eau de cologne in my wardrobe, and I know I have two bottles here in this cupboard –I grabbed them quickly. My son obviously wanted me to leave the bathroom as soon as possible, but I, unable to hide my lust, looked at him lecherously and I told him with a smile.

-You got a hot body, Brad. Any girl would be delighted to have sex with you –I guess my eyes showed him I did not want to leave the bathroom, not now that I had been gifted the glorious vision of his perfect nudity. I was obviously getting hard too and never knew whether he could notice his father’s boner. But in the end I sighed.

-Well, I’ll leave you alone now so that you can continue your masturbation and your fun –and with eyes of a completely dissipated man, I added- and I will have to go to my room in order to masturbate a bit too. So long, Brad.

And then I left and headed straight to my room in order to wank over Brad. I had been doing that for five years. And the surprise of having caught him naked when I did not expect it, had given me many erotic memories and I should cum again because of him.

I only jacked off once, got out of my room and soon headed to our kitchen. It was half past four and my son and I usually had a coffee at that hour. He was there indeed. He looked downcast as if in deep thoughts.

-Hi again, Brad –I said, sitting beside him, after having got a cup of coffee too-, are you nauseated now?

-Yes… no… well, I don’t know.

-And you hate me now, isn’t it?

-I cannot hate you, dad. You’ve always been the best of parents; you have been your whole life caring for me, have given me wonderful advice about everything and even guided me on my studies and suggested what I should study. It’s impossible to hate you. But I have a burning doubt and I have to ask you or I will go crazy thinking about that chance, though I know well I should not ask you this.

-Ask, Brad.

-It is this, dad. Oh, I hope you don’t get angry, but you said, these were your words: “I will have to go to my room in order to masturbate a bit too.” And I understood that… -he hesitated.

-Dare ask the question; it is true those were my words.

-Well, I understood, oh forgive me if it is not true, I understood that you had to go to your room in order to wank over me, cause maybe you were too horny after having seen me naked and jacking off. Well, forget it.

I didn’t blush when I answered. He had to know it.

-I have been in my room wanking over you, I have, Brad. But well, it’s not the first time. I’ve spent five years wanking over you. And not only that: I spy you through the bathroom peephole and masturbate there as I watch your perfect naked body, and also when it is your usual hour of masturbation, more or less at five after the coffee we have together in the afternoon.

-I didn’t know you were gay, dad.

-I’m not gay. I have never had sex with a boy, but I would. You might not believe me but no boy has ever tried to seduce me or I swear I would have sex with him then. Never sucked a cock but I know perfectly well I would be able and I would also resist a cock up my ass. But well, since I’ve never done it, I often masturbate thinking I am sucking your cock, Brad, or you are fucking your father. Well, what do you think of me now? Do you hate me?

-I cannot hate you, dad. I will have to assimilate it now; but despite what I know now, I still love you.

-I think you are getting hard. A while ago, you were sad and nauseated. Isn’t it better now? Better to be hard than disgusted. Well, Brad, what happens to me is that I am a pervert when masturbating. I discovered very young that I could perfectly wank at least six times a day and since then my motto is: does it matter what makes you hard, as far as it makes you hard and you are not harming anybody? So I wank over you, but I know myself; I’m a pervert but not a psycho and know very well I will never do anything that harms you. You see? I love watching porn and love chatting. Once I knew a girl who wanted to tie me to a rack and whip me. Well, I let myself be convinced, and once totally nude, she tied me and flogged me hard. Sometimes, she was about to go too far and really hurt me, but it’s impossible to tell you how hard I was in that predicament, and soon later I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Do you mind your father talking to you about sex?

-Dad, now I know you wank over me. I’m not gonna mind that you talk about conventional sex.

-Well, I will go on. I see a lot of porn, I told you. One day I surprised myself wanking over a cock. I didn’t fight my desires. The best masturbations are those when you discover something new that arouses you unexpectedly. And since I know I am a pervert, I said to myself: keep on wanking over this boy; it’s making you hard. And so I watched porn movies after that day, almost always wanking over girls but sometimes looking at boys. But I no longer wank over boys, no more after I discovered the fun of wanking over you, Brad. And I wank over you four times a day.

-Oh my God, four times?

-I got the habit of spying you through the bathroom peephole, one when you masturbate at five every afternoon. Love watching your cock, your masturbation, that glorious moment when you finally cum. I spy you too when you’re having a shower, and I have then a wonderful vision of your perfect naked body. In both times I masturbate in the bathroom corridor. But then, I have two more masturbations over you in my bed at nights. I remember one night I wanked over you only once and then I tried to sleep. But after two hours I saw I couldn’t sleep and I thought: I know what is happening to me. I need to wank over Brad again. And that’s what I did, and after cumming, I could perfectly sleep. Well, I know it can be difficult for you to hear all this. But you have always had a strong mind, you are open-minded and well, I preferred to tell you. I don’t want to live in secrets. I hope my Brad can forgive me.

And his reaction was strange. He suddenly kissed my mouth.

-You’re a fucking pervert, dad. But well, I don’t mind and it’s true that instead of being disgusted, I’m getting hard. You’re a fucking pervert but maybe now you are making me a little pervert too. But the kiss was my blessing. I still love you, dad, and if you wanna keep on wanking over me, well, you can go on. But be sure I’ll kiss you many more times.

-I know I will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Brad. But I will do this now cause I see you hard and this way you will really know what a pervert father you have, but maybe you still love him –and just then I whipped my cock out, really hard then, and started to play with it in his presence.

-Are you jacking off, dad?

-Come on, Brad, you’re hard, and what is it to you? One thing is wanking over you imagining you naked, every night in my bed; one other thing is wanking over you spying you through the bathroom peephole, as I also do every day a couple of times; and a very different thing would be masturbating in your presence, looking at you, would you allow this fun to daddy, please?

-What a fucking pervert you are, dad, but I tell you this with affection. You’ve spent five years wanking over me, but I didn’t know. You have masturbated in your room thinking about me earlier, but I didn’t see it. So ok, dad, have your fun.

-You watch porn too, isn’t it?

-Yes, dad.

-Heterosexual porn?

-Of course, dad, I’m heterosexual.

-Then you must have seen a lot of dicks too; and many boys cumming. Focus only in the thought that’s it’s a new dick that you’re watching having fun, and later it will be just one more boy cumming, that’s all.

-I think I’m starting to be a little pervert too. You can go on, dad but I’d rather focus on the thought that it’s my father’s dick that I’m watching, and wanking over me! And that it will be your semen that I might see later. I’d rather one day you tell me everything: when and how you started to wank over me, for instance. But I like to see this: it’s arousing me more than watching girls in a porn movie. It must be the surprise factor. And yes, does it matter what makes you hard, as far as it makes you hard, and you are harming nobody?

-Do you like watching your father masturbating looking at you?

-Yes, dad.

-Because I want to ask you permission to do this more often. I mean, I could, when you least expect it, take my dick out and masturbate comfortably and if you ask me, I will answer: yes, Brad, I’m jacking off looking at you.

-After now you can masturbate looking at me as often as you want, dad. Hotter it will be if it is by surprise, when I don’t expect it.

-You are so cute, Brad.

-I’m just an average ordinary guy, dad.

-Believe in yourself, you are cutest: those beautiful green eyes you have, that wonderful beard, even your nose makes me horny and I have also jacked off thinking about your nose, even one day it was full of snot.

-No girl would ever masturbate thinking about my snot, dad. Oh, you’re making me so hot.

-Then could I ask you… well, it is this. You’ve got a huge boner now. Wouldn’t you show that wonderful dick to dad, a dick I’ve seen so many times, though you didn’t know anything, a dick I’ve masturbated over so often?

He didn’t think twice and instantly he took his sexy dick out.

-D’you like it dad?

-It’s heaven to look at that sexy dick you have and beat my meat all the time. It’s a dick that would make old men weep. I see you so hard that I will ask you whether you wouldn’t like to jack off too. By the way, did you finally cum in the bathtub?

-Yes, dad. I was so horny thinking about a friend that as soon as you left me alone, I resumed my masturbation till I came. Later, as I was having my shower, I started thinking whether it would not be true what I was imagining: my father having to wank over me. I will have to masturbate again soon, but first I’d rather focus on my father’s masturbation. I want to see it.

-I will cum now, Brad. Hope you are never shocked for this –and the arousal of having masturbated in my son’s presence and the knowledge that he was horny and not shocked, made my dick go crazy and spill more semen than I remember to ever have spilled.

-Good, dad. I’m not shocked. It’s even been hot to see you cumming. I tell you again you can after now jerk yourself off in my presence whenever you want –and just then he kissed me again. That was the most arousing thing of that afternoon: noticing my son’s affection after all I had told him.

-Glad you’re not shocked, Brad. Your sweetness now towards your pervert father is the best. So since you have given me your permission, I’d like to jack off again now. Do you mind?

-I will soon have to go to my room and study something, dad. I have a difficult exam in two weeks and I am very slow with it so far. I should study, but first you can have a new masturbation, dad.

-My masturbation will be better if I could see my hot son masturbating too. Remember I have seen many of your previous masturbations so far, so wouldn’t you like to jerk yourself off for me? But knowing that if you did, you would be deliberately arousing your father.

He did not answer but being his sexy cock still out and still really hard, he did start to play with it before me.

-As you said, dad, does it matter what makes you hard as far as it makes you hard and you are harming nobody? I really feel like wacking off now, and I want you to see me. What I am doing right now is more exciting than any porn movie. –Of course I started to beat off again watching Brad’s cock having fun and his fun now was showing off for his father, deliberately making me horny.

-Let me tell you something more, Brad, since I see you really horny.

-Tell me anything you want, dad. That’s what I want, getting to know all your secrets, sure you can tell me everything now.

-Well, it is this: it’s always embarrassing for a boy to be suddenly caught naked, more if he is besides jacking off. But I’ve spent years beholding your naked body; have spent years masturbating over the memory of it at nights. So since you don’t seem to mind to arouse daddy, wouldn’t you like to take everything off to allow your father the greatest gift of wanking over your nudity in your presence? But once more I tell you, Brad, that if you do it, you must know you want to deliberately arouse your father more.

-I might end up being such a pervert as my father is. Maybe we have it in our blood. But what a hot experience it can be to take my clothes off, knowing my own father is wanking over the vision of his son’s naked body! I will do it, dad.

-Later you can resume your wonderful masturbation. So ok, if you wanna do it, just stand up. Let me see my cute son about to strip for his father’s fun. -He stood up. He was tall and his face was so beautiful that I had to praise its beauty again.

-Now you can start to get naked if you still want.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, and as I was glimpsing again the beauty of that hot chest I had wanked over so often, he told me.

-I’m so sure now of how arousing and unobjectionable this fun is, dad, since both of us agree and like it, that I will tell you this: if after now, you want to see me naked any other day so you could have a new masturbation watching my body, you just have to tell me: Brad, I wanna whack off again seeing you naked. And I will always strip for your fun whenever you ask me.

-I cannot tell you how happy I am watching my boy’s affection for me again. Ok, Brad, if it’s also fun for you, I’ll ask you to strip for me now every day –in that moment he just dropped his shirt which fell to the floor-. Impossible to tell you what a hot chest you have, Brad.

-I have always considered myself an average guy but I love knowing I’m really attractive for you, Bert –it was the first time he would call me Bert and I really appreciated it. What a sweet boy I have!

-You’re no ordinary guy. You don’t know how horny I was those few moments when you sat shirtless and how hard it was for me to hide you my boners.

-I’ve seen you hard many times, dad; of course I could never expect it was me that caused your usual erections. But I’m so happy to know now.

-I’ve wanked many times just over the memory of that hot chest you have and sometimes even fancying I was licking your nipples.

-You fucking pervert! –He told me now with a wide smile- I love to know now the many things you have thought when masturbating.

-Could you please raise your arms? I even want to see your armpits.

-Whatever you want to see, you will see, Bert. –And he did finally raise his arms and I was jacking off ferociously as I watched his armpit hair.

-I’ve even wanked thinking about your armpits, and since you’re aroused at everything I tell you, I will also tell you that I’ve even wanked over the smell of your armpits the scarce days I have been allowed to sniff them, cause you wash too much, lol.

-That’s another thing no girl would ever masturbate with, the stench of my armpits. Dad, the more pervert I discover you, the hornier I get and the more I love you –and he came to me and kissed me one more time-. Always be that wonderfully pervert man. What would you like me to take off now, Bert?

Every time he called his father by his name, I was about to cum, but trying to keep my calm I told him now he could remove shoes and socks. It’s not often that a boy is turned on by feet, but what beautiful feet he has, and it drove me crazy to know I had been permitted to watch my son’s feet too, as I continued masturbating.

-Yeah, I’ve even wanked over the memory of your feel smell –he smiled at me- If you still want to take everything off, you could now drop your pants and let me watch you slowly in your briefs, something I have hardly seen. In your briefs and with such an astounding erection as you have now.

Watching him dropping his pants as I had told him, slowly and watching his father madly jacking off as he did, turned me on like crazy.

-How sexy you look just in your briefs and with that sexy hard cock all the time, a dick I’m sure needs some masturbation which you can resume later. Now please turn, I want to see you from behind in just your briefs.

He turned and had no problem in showing his father his wonderful back nudity. He asked whether I wanted him now to drop his briefs. I told him to please turn again and allow me to see everything of him. After he turned, he deliberately showed off for me, slowly revealing the hot contour of his sexy dick and finally I could glimpse again Brad’s balls and I praised them to the skies.

-You’ll also see my ass, Bert, but before I turn so you can see it, let me tell you something more. The fact that I am naked before someone who really likes my body and the fact to know that person is my own father is making me so horny that I’m also sure about this: after now, dad, you needn’t spy me either through the bathroom peephole. Tomorrow when I have a new shower, I will invite you to come to the bathroom with me and after tomorrow every day. I’ll take everything off and will first masturbate quietly inside the bathtub for you to see and have fun with and later I will have my shower. And you can be there all the time looking at me and jack off as many times you want with the show.

-I’m about to cry, noticing how much you love me, Brad. Oh, thank you, my son.

-And now you will see my ass.

He turned then and I could watch again the beauty of that cool ass he had, with those perfect twin globes that unknowingly for him, had made me cum so often.

-Tell me the truth, my hot and pervert Bert; have you also fucked this ass?

-Do you really want me to tell you that?

-Your answer, dad, which has been if fact a question, has made me sure that you have, so I wanna know everything, dad. And since my father also wanks thinking he’s fucking me, I’d rather he told me that too.

-Sit down and resume your masturbation, Brad and we can both quietly masturbate together for the first time. Since you want your father to tell you even that, I will have to tell you. But first I wanna answer your first question: how and when I started wanking over you.

Then I had at last the arousing image of watching Brad masturbating naked before me. It was so hot to see him so horny and not shocked at all and I intuitively felt he would like to do this more often. I started to beat off to his rhythm.

-That’s it, Bert; we can start now a habit of masturbating together for I sincerely tell you that I feel like wanking now always before you. You’re a fucking pervert dad, but I love you.

-How hot you make me whenever you call me you fucking pervert, for it is true I am, but the best is noticing your deep affection.

-You’re a fucking pervert, Bert, but I’d like you to call me little pervert, for I’m starting to be a little pervert, and wanking before my father is my new fun after now. But please tell me how all of this started: when and how you began to wank over your son.

-Ok, you little pervert –I gladly saw he went even harder when I called him thus-, I will tell you. Well, Brad, whenever you have a shower, you usually tell me, but you sometimes have your shower when I’m at work. And so far, even if I am a pervert and had spent years wanking over boys, I never thought of jacking off thinking of my son. I had never thought how sexy you are for instance. But it all started one day when I came home with the urge to take a dump. I headed straight to the bathroom corridor and I didn’t hear any water, so I thought I was alone at home. I tried to open the door. It was locked but I didn’t know and you know sometimes that damn door is difficult to open. I wanted to push it open, but I thought: maybe I’m not alone at home. I must first make sure, so I looked through the peephole and what I saw made me remain rooted to the spot.

-What did you see, dad?

-I didn’t see your beautiful face then. I had then a perfect close-up of your sexy dick, which I saw for the first time. You were jacking off then, Brad. You don’t always masturbate at five. And suddenly I thought: I should not remain here watching how my son masturbates, should I? But I couldn’t take my eyes off your cock. I had often masturbated looking at boys as you know and now it was so hot to see you jacking off. I decided I wanted to keep on looking at your masturbation and I thought again that I am a pervert but I know myself perfectly and know I will never hurt you.

-And that’s true, dad: five years wanking over me, but you have never annoyed me. You might be a pervert, but you are a perfect man. So I am calm and I want you to keep on telling me.

-Thanks, Brad; well, it was a rush of adrenaline to watch my son’s cock and have erotic desires at the same time. I said now to myself: I can keep on looking at Brad’s masturbation for it’s making me hard as hell. And unconsciously I had started to stroke my crotch. So I suddenly thought of taking my dick out and masturbate with the show. I did take it out but was very careful not to cum in the corridor, for you and I live alone and since you have just masturbated, you could suddenly come out of the bathroom and see semen there and of course would know that it’s not your semen, so it should be mine. And you could think: “maybe my father has been here masturbating and maybe he has spied me.” So it has sometimes been hard for me not to cum there, but I never have. I also saw that first day what long masturbations you have; you can well be more than twenty minutes holding your orgasm.

-I don’t always last so much but it is true I often wank for twenty minutes or more.

-Well, that day I kept on masturbating in the corridor as you were whacking off in the toilet. And finally I could see you cumming and I cannot find the words to tell you how horny that vision had just made me. But I did not cum though. Just then I decided to keep my dick back in my pants and go to my room to finish my incestuous masturbation for you could suddenly come out of the bathroom and catch me there. So I went to my bedroom and I heard the bathroom door open. Sometimes you have a shower after masturbating but you didn’t that day.

-In my room I focused on the new discovered fun of wanking over my son, over that hot dick you have, over your wonderful long masturbation, over the memory of your hot semen coming out of your cock. I knew now I would never need to wank over boys more often. Why wanking over boys when I could do it over you and even spying you? And I was sure as I was cumming that I would never molest you. I really love you, Brad, as a father loves his son, and I could keep on wanking over you, for I knew you would never know and I thought it was not wrong for a father to masturbate over his son, if that’s all he does.

-Yes, dad, and I’m sure many parents wank over their children, but they’re not as brave and you and tell them.

-To finish the story, I will tell you that since that day I got the habit of spying you through the bathroom peephole. That very day, I spied you again when you finally had your daily shower at about eight in the evening. I knew my new masturbatory fun was you and you are so sexy, Brad. I loved to see your naked perfect body for the first time. And since that day, as I already told you, I wank over you at least four times a day, two of them spying you and the other two remembering what I have seen, masturbating in my bedroom at nights.

-Thanks for telling me, Bert. I desperately need to cum now. –And now he shot a large load for the first time aware that I was seeing him cum and of course I was so horny that I blasted a new load.

-Hot dad –he told me.

-Could I have a third masturbation looking at you, Brad?

-I will soon have to study but I’d love to see my pervert father wanking again. You can, Bert.

-But this time, Brad, I’d like something more. You are allowing me so much, but I will only do it if you’re comfortable.

-What is it you want now, dad?

-I’d like to touch your body, Brad.

-Bert, all I want now is your fun and let me repeat that now I know your lust for me, I like you even more. So ok, you can touch me, but I want you to also tell me how you fuck me.

-You little pervert –I called him again with a big smile, sure now that he loved being called like that.

Just then and starting a new masturbation before him, I started groping his hot chest. My hands felt the fire of touching erotically that hot boy, my son, who I had always had the need to touch. I moved my right hand down his chest but just then I felt the need to touch his beautiful face. He let me stroke everything I wanted of his cute face and he surprised me again kissing me fondly. I was about to cry, but now slid my hands carefully down his legs.

-I’ve never been touched better before, Bert. You can go on.

And just then I started caressing my son’s beautiful balls. He also allowed me and moaned out loud so in a final decision I grasped his cock and started to pump it.

-Dad, are you gonna jack me off too?

-If you allow me, I will right now, Brad.

-Then I only tell you this: I don’t want you to stop now. If you’ve been so cheeky that you are masturbating me now, I would like you to finish me off. I’d like to cum with my father’s fist on my cock.

-Then you can be sure I won’t stop. This is the first time I have a dick on my hand, except mine of course, but I simply love it.

-Thanks, dad.

-Brad, since you are also enjoying this, now I want to ask you permission to masturbate you more times after now.

-It’s so hot to know you want to do that, Bert. So let me tell you this: if I happen to be naked after you have asked me to strip for your fun, you just have to grasp my cock and jack me off whenever you want. It will be hotter if you tell me nothing beforehand. If I have my clothes on and you want to do it, just stroke my crotch, pull down my zipper, take my dick out, which no doubt will be hard as stone by then knowing what you will do, and simply masturbate me. Always do it by surprise if you can, and I will never complain.

-Thanks, my hot son; I am still moved at you.

-But as you keep on masturbating me now, I want to know how you fuck me, dad.

-Ok, I’ll tell you. Well, it all started a week when I saw you with beautiful green corduroy trousers. I only saw them for a week, I think.

-Well dad, you know I sometimes go camping with some friends. One weekend, shortly after having bought those trousers, I went camping but one night there was a strong downpour and they got wet. So I put them near the fire to dry. But I don’t know how, my stupid friends didn’t notice and they set fire to them. They got burnt, dad. Fortunately I had taken there some other trousers or I would have had to return in nothing but my briefs.

-I’d have been delighted to see you returning in just your briefs.

-Now I know, Bert, but I didn’t know by then –and again he smiled at me-. What is it with those pants, dad?

-They were wonderfully tight-fitting trousers. They shaped your ass to perfection. One night we were having dinner together and suddenly you stood up and headed to the kitchen, to get a second coke, I think. And just then I looked at your ass and thought: what a gorgeous ass my son has! It would be a pity not to fuck that ass, of course in my imagination. And I said to myself: I’ll fuck Brad tonight. So far I have wanked remembering your masturbations or memorizing your perfect body; I had sucked your cock and you had fucked me. But I had never dared fuck you so far.

-And you fucked me that night, you fucking pervert –he was laughing. I loved to see him like that-. So tell me as you masturbate me and I see you jacking off again.

-Ok, I’ll tell you. You have the right to know. That night in bed I fucked you for the first time. I admit my first masturbation was selfish. I only imagined what fun my dick would have in such a perfect ass that I already knew so well. And I entered you deeper and my cock was in flames. But so horny I was that of course I came soon. Then I masturbated two more times over the fun that fucking my sexy son was, but I confess that some common sense came to me then, and now whenever I fuck you, you enjoy as much as I do and it is you who asks me: “dad, I want you to fuck me again; you know I love your dick up my butt”. This way my masturbations are hotter, imagining you asking me and having fun. I enjoyed this idea so much that I had to wank again and fuck you for the third time that night. Since then, two years ago, I fuck you every night, but of course you also fuck me.

-And do I also suck your cock, Bert?

-Oh, you little pervert, you wanna know everything.

-Tell me that too. But since I suck your cock, I hope I’m good –he looked at me again with a wide smile. My little pervert son got horny today with anything I told him and I was also gonna tell him that.

-I had been fucking you for a month, when one night I suddenly thought: why not imagining too that Brad is sucking my cock? Since I knew it was just imagination and I would never make you feel uncomfortable, I thought I could imagine that too.

-So tell me, it’s so hot that you’re gonna tell me I suck my father’s cock as you keep on masturbating me.

-Well, the first masturbation was a fantasy. You suddenly entered my room telling me: “dad, I’ve had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you tonight?” You used to do that as a child. Now I imagined you in your twenties of course, with that perfect body you have. You know I sleep in just my briefs. But you jumped into my bed and we hugged for a while so I could scare off your fears. Then I fell asleep. I keep on imagining that I was having a wet dream, maybe I’m dreaming of my son’s perfect body close to me.

-I hope so, dad.

-And then I wake up suddenly when I realize you have brusquely pulled down my briefs and my dick is in your mouth. So I tell you, but with no anger: “what are you doing, Brad?” and you answer: “please dad, I wanna suck your cock. It’s so tasty. Oh please tell me I can.” And of course I tell you that you can go on, and you keep on sucking my cock till I cum in your mouth.

-Am I good, dad?                                                     

-You do it perfectly. And of course I sometimes have this fantasy and you are always eager for your father’s cock either in your mouth or in your ass. And I also suck yours, we sometimes 69, and you fuck me. Well, I think now you know everything.

-I’m gonna cum, Bert.

-Do it and stain my hand. –So it was that I noticed Brad’s semen for the first time dirtying his father’s hand and of course I came for the third time that afternoon.

Then I saw him suddenly wanting to put his socks back on, and I asked him then.

-Will you get dressed, Brad?

-Getting dressed is the usual thing people do before studying, dad  -he smiled again-, and I really need to. Don’t worry, I tell you again that now I will strip for your fun whenever you ask me.

-And wouldn’t you prefer to spend the whole day totally nude? That way I could jack off looking at you more times, something I’m sure now you love, at least today.

-Then dad, I will be naked the whole day and you can wank as often as you want today. Just let me repeat you that after today and knowing what I know now, I still love you more, Bert –and then he kissed me again-. I will always be your dear son and after today I will always be your horny pervert son too.

-I am so moved at you, Brad, thanks for your respect. Well, if you go naked to your room now and you don’t lock the door, I could enter after a while. First I wanna stay here in the kitchen and jerk myself off a couple more times, remembering all that has happened here, mainly your affection for your father after you have known what you know now. And later, I could enter your bedroom, jacking off again and I could masturbate you a second time, if you allow me.

-I will allow you, dad. I love having fun giving you fun. Kiss me again –and he locked his lips in mine and we were kissing affectionately for three minutes-. I go to my room, but first touch my ass again, this very ass you love thinking you’re fucking.

And prior to heading to his room, he turned and I fondled his ass with real lust now. How hot it was to see him so horny and still shocked at nothing.

Finally he went to his room and as I had a wonderful perspective of his glorious back nudity. I started to beat my meat again ferociously. First I had to masturbate at least twice and later I would give Brad more fun wanking again in his room and masturbating him again. I just hoped he never repented now of the incestuous fun we’d already started.