Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

I wake up feeling so good, the most content I’d been in months. I’d surrended the guilt, confusion and shame I had felt over the last couple of weeks. Yesterday was so insanely satisfying that anything else, anybody else was background noise.

His body, his big strong hands, his thick dick in my mouth, these things had swum in my head all night, replacing the self hate with this burning single- minded, poker-hot need for him.

I feel for my phone on the nightstand and see that Dad had text twice already. My heart skips a beat:

Mums leaving at 10. Let yourself in backdoor+ come upstairs. Ur Dads got a surprise 4 u😈

I open the second text, a video message. It was him, hairy legs slightly splayed and wanking his uncut length, slowly and seductively. Teasing. A tiny diamond of clear fluid bubbles from its head. The hand written text on the video asked:

wanna taste boy?

My hand drifts over my abs and begins to massage the growing errection in my Calvins when Michael walks in from the shower.

“You need a hand with that?” he smiles his ripped, naked body glistening in the morning light.

“Aww Id love that but we’re both running late for work, raincheck for tonight?”I say it knowing it was a lie.

“OK” he smiles ,pulling on a shirt, “Love you Ben”

“Love you too”

He was such a good guy. I should have felt really lucky. I felt all of the guilt and anxiety bubbling back to the surface. I was choosing my dick over family, people who loved me, people who would be devastated, disgusted even, by my incestuous, filthy relationship with my own Dad.

He leaves the room humming and I gaze back down at my phone, the video repeating in a loop.

“Aw Fuck, Dad” I mutter to myself, feeling myself getting even hornier despite my protestations;

I had such strong willpower with everything else, he was just slicing through my defences, my strong sense of right and wrong. I knew I’d be there at 10, I longed for his mouth, his scent, his hands on me. I’d never, ever felt like this before: I just didn’t feel like I could stop myself and I’m not sure I even wanted to anymore.

I could hear Michael making breakfast so I pull on some long ass white sports socks and take a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and smear it over my tanned torso and chest, my firm dick springs out as I pull my pants off, over my knees. I apply a thick glob of it , rubbing it over the shaft and into my smooth balls as I spread my legs apart as far as I can. I hold the phone at arms length and record myself smearing it into my chest, stomach and sliding it up and down over my manhood, then running my hand down and slowly fingering my ass. I captioned it:

I cant wait Dad x

Fuck! Ben whats happening to you? I’d Never done anything like this before let alone with my fucking DAD. I click send, again ignoring my better judgement, preferring to delve into this slutty new identity I was somehow forging. I pretend to get ready for work until Michael leaves, feeling myself becoming more heightened and impatient for his Dad-body as the minutes ticked by.

Ding

I check my messages, it was him again. I guess he liked the video:

Fuck son Your Daddy’s gonna cum in you so hard

I grin. It was 9.50, Mum and Dad’s was only a 20 minute walk so I left the car in the drive, texting Dad:

On my way B 20 xxxx

* * * * *

He is scowling and angry as he opens the kitchen door to let me in. He’s wearing a tied white robe and I was immediately a little disappointed that he hadn’t greeted me naked and search his eyes to find the reason for his demeanour. My heart sinks like a stone when I hear my Mums voice behind him. She too in her nightgown, on a work call. She gives me a little wave as I step into the kitchen and carries on chatting.

"Tea, coffee mate?’‘

"I’m good Dad” trying hard to hide my total confusion. My complete disappointment.

“How you been son, Mike OK?”

“Yeah we’re...we’re good. You OK?”

“Been busy on site this month. Few new contracts”

“Oh sweet. that’s good, Dad”

Mum ends her call and comes over to hug me as Dad steps into the garden. I know she’d done absolutely nothing wrong but I wanted to fucking punch her.

“Hey Mum, I thought you were in Brighton”

“They shifted the meeting, haven’t got to be at the hotel until 3, its been a complete nightmare, you alright darling? Michael alright?”She had this weird way of asking if you was OK at the same time as sounding like she wasn’t in the least bit interested.

“We’re good Mum, You heard from Jayden”

“Oh your brother’s too busy partying to give his parents a call. Three more days In Manchester and he’s back home, Oh Benji its been lovely without him skulking about the place making a mess. Wait what are you doing here so early? Why no work?”

Oh shit

Dad come back in from the garden and slammed a cordless drill onto the side.

“Make sure I get it back when your done” he growled" Aww I could smell his fucking aftershave.

“I Will do Dad....Thanks”

I turned back to Mum

“I’m putting our new TV unit together, I was owed some holiday sooo...”

“That’s nice”she mutters half heartedly, scrolling through her phone “Now I’ve got to get in the shower and get on.” Completely oblivious, she snatches her make up bag from the table and walks from the room.

I look across at my Dad and as soon as he hears the stairs creak, he comes over, wrapping me in a tight embrace pulling me in for a kiss.

“Where are the clean towels!”she shouts, annoyed from upstairs.

“In the linen cupboard where they always are!” he booms back, immediately turning back to my mouth, sliding his tongue in tenderly.

“I’m so sorry, Ben”he says after a minute of deep and sloppy kissing. “I couldn’t get a moment to text you that she’s still here, fuck mate that video! Son I cant wait to be in you and now she’s here and..."

He begins to kiss me again but hard. Brutal.

“Jesus....Dad we cant”His mouth was on mine as I said it.

Again, I was saying one thing and doing another. As I resisted verbally my hands are undoing the cord of his robe. I heard the shower start upstairs.

“Mmm Dad mmmm. This is so fucking wrong. Mmmm”

"You love it Son"he growls

He’s nuzzling my neck, soon our tongues are tangling over our lips, then in each others wet mouths. His robe falls open, his giant cock must have been contained by the tie on his robe, it literally jack-in-the-boxes out as the cord falls to the floor, proud and veiny.

My hands are running through his hairy, chest playing with his nipples once again as we tongue.

The shower is still running.

Even though I’m clothed his hands feel so good, grabbing my ass, squeezing my bulging cock through my shorts. Suddenly my mouth is on his nipples, I can taste his old-school aftershave in his chest hair. We're communicating in moaned whispers as I fall to my knees in front of him

The shower is still running.

His cock is in my mouth now, I’m taking it deep as he motions in and out of me, our text interactions had left him dripping. He started to pant, pulling my hair again as I sucked deeper and deeper. Fuck! It was absolutely rigid, twitching in uncensored pleasure.

“Tastes so fucking good Daddy”I whisper, barely audible as he releases a quiet moan.

The shower... is.. still.... running.

“Ben I need to...I got..I got to fuck you son”

“What? Now? Dad. No, we can’t get caught. What if...”

He pulls me up, turns me around. I realise he’s trying to bend me over the kitchen table. Why aren’t I stopping him?In a second he’s unbuttoning my shorts which fall to rest on my knees followed by my pants. He’s behind me still in his open gown. He cups a load of fluid from his cock onto two fingers and let’s me suck them clean as he enters me. He's never had me doggy-style before and hes a lot more aggressive and rough with me. Hands on my hips now he starts thrusting, holding me tightly to him, pounding my hungry ass as the cups and saucers on the table tremor and rattle. I leave one hand on the table to balance, the other reaches behind him and pulls his voluptuous butt into me as he finds his rhythm. One of his hands starts to wank me in time to his thrusts

The shower is still running......Right?

“Oh yeah fuck dad mmmmMMMMM DAD!”That wasn’t whispered. Not really loud but definitely not quiet either

“Ssssssshhhhhh my boy”He whispers into my ear.

I turn into him to let my moans be muted by his mouth, his sleazy deep kiss.

“I’m gonna cum Daddy mmm” I murmur into his hot coffee breath.

With his final thrust my load splatters all over the table and I feel his infuse my ass with a beautiful warmth , before feeling the overspill trickle down my thighs, dripping onto the floor tiles. Our bodies feel like they’re united, one in these pure convulsions of pleasure as we both orgasm, both of us resisting, fighting the urge to make any noise as our bodies spasm into each other. He gently withdraws from me, turns me back around and we start to kiss, slow and sensual, our hands softly exploring.

Fuck. The shower had stopped.

Fuck. Stairs creaking footsteps

He felt me go rigid and stopped. He helped me pull my pants and shorts back up and fastened his gown. He walks quickly to the sink, finds a dishcloth and starts to wipe my jizz from the table.

“You don’t need to do that love. The cleaners coming this afternoon”Mum said entering the kitchen, her hair wrapped in a towel.

I couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t mind”he mumbles, avoiding all eye contact with her.

“I’m going to walk home” I grab the drill and edge towards the door, noticing a strand of my cum dribbling from the handle of a tea-pot on the table.

“OK Darling, walk Ben out love” she says, applying eye liner using a compact mirror.

He walks me into the garden, where I let out an anxious, exhausted sigh.

“Ben I’m sorry I shouldn’t of...”

I cut him off “I fucking loved it Dad. You got nothing to be sorry for, we’ve nearly got caught twice now, we have to be more careful next time”

“Next time?” he grinned.

“If you want to”

“You KNOW I want to” he growled “We can’t stop now”

He turns back to the house to make sure nobody was watching and kisses me, holding my hands as he did.

“I got to quote some work in Cornwall in a couple of days, no crew, no other lads, just me. They’re paying for me to stay for two nights. Would you wanna come with me?”

He read my mind. I was sick of interruptions, lying and being seconds from getting caught. Spending some time with him alone would be fucking everythingright now.

“I’d really like that. I’ll think about what to tell Michael”

“Me too, I think your Mum was hoping to come, I’m sure I can think of something, mate. Feels like a boys only trip"

We kiss again as he opens the back gate and he playfully spanks my ass as I leave for home, both of us completely unaware of the shadowy hooded figure watching us from the woods beyond.