Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

I park in the drive at the back of the house, enter the garden through the back gate and take a moment in the warm, dying light. My dick is hard as fuck, rigid against my Jeans yet I am all kinds of anxious. I knew what we was doing was wrong and dirty but the shame, in turn, informed my desire from him, made it more potent, made it hornier than I could bear. My Mum had always said I had a tendency to want what I couldn’t have. It was almost fucking funny.

I craved the sleaziness, the guilt, the taboo touch of her husband, my Dad.

In a strange sort of way it spoke to a need in me that I’d never addressed; I’d always found mature men horny but fell into dating attractive guys my own age, I thought of Michael’s smooth gym- fit body, our empty, soulless love making. Then I think of the last time Dad and I were together. The padding on Dad’s hips, the blanket of wiry hair on his big chest and his dribbling, uncut cock inches away from being inside me. The cockney drawl, the alpha- masculinity; He had a confidence and a sexual aggression that seemed to speak to every part of my sexuality. 

Id never even thought of him as anything over than aggressively straight, lazily homophobic and completely hetero. Maybe that part of why he’d been turning me on. The thought propelled me across the garden and I tap on the back door and gaze at my watch, silently praying that nobody was home but Dad. I hear the rattle of a lock.

Fuck. He looks so crisp. White short sleeve Fred Perry shirt, dockers and boots. Has he dressed for me? I didn’t know what to say to him, but it didn’t matter. He immediately pulled me into a deep kiss, awwww his tongue felt so amazing that my nerves, my restless brain just dissolved away.

“I been waitin for you, boy”

He pushes me against the wall and I slip my hands under his shirt and run them over his hairy chest as we kiss. It sends me wild.

“Ben, I cant get you out of my fuckin head” Whispered deep in my ear. “What we did was so wrong but...”

“I know, Dad I can’t stop thinking of you either, nobody ever made me feel soooo fucking turned on, I want you so bad”

“Same, mate, same” said nuzzled into my neck.

Our kissing becomes aggressive, animal like the first time. He grabs my ass and pulls me tightly into him, our bulges rock hard against the other through our clothes. He’s growling into my ear as I undo his belt, unbutton his trousers. He’s licking and biting it as they fall to the floor.

I don’t even work up to giving him head , no foreplay, I simply squat, pull his white Dad-boxers down and start to suck, impatiently exploring his hairy arse and thighs with my hands as I did so. All in our family fucking kitchen.

“Fuck YEAH boy! Mmmm you like that?”

A huge goop of his pre cum and my spit dribbled from my mouth as I responded:

“I fucking love your cock Dad mmmwwmmpmmwah”

I started to blow him ravenously again, using a hand to guide him deep into my throat, listening to him “Grrrr” in pleasure, as he slowly swivels his hips, gently navigating himself in and out of my mouth, as I look up directly into his eyes. It was true what I had told him; nobody ever made me feel as turned on, I was beyond horny. I feel like a puppet, controlled and motivated by lust alone, no morality no thought of anything other than the ache of wanting him to put his cock in me, to feel him deep inside.

His phone began to vibrate on the kitchen table.

“Ben, fuck I gotta take this....its Mum”

Still squating I pulled back, suddenly disappointed, a little fucked off. I get it; she might be coming home early. I looked up as he answered.

“Alright darlin you having a good time?”

I couldn’t help myself. I’d waited weeks and he promised no interruptions. I take his cock and begin to lick the juices from his shaft, pressing his gooey helmet against my tongue.

“You can use the credit card. Nothing above 500” his voice only faltering slightly.

His free hand grabs a bunch of my hair and aggressively pulls my head back and forth as I slurped his length, my chin banging against his hairy nuts over and over

“Awwwugh Fuck..er...No, love...I just banged my elbow on the side.... I will. OK. Yep AhhAhh”

I was slamming it against my tongue now, letting it rest then slapping it harder, then I curl my tongue around his bulging helmet before going in for a long, deep suck.

“OK bye then, have a good one. Love you too” calm, reassuring, being a good husband all with his pulsating dick in his son's mouth.

He threw the phone back on the table and pulled me up by my armpits.

“She could have heard” he grunted aggressively. Half- serious.

“That’s what turned you on....Daddy”

I murmur it into his hot breath, looking deep into his eyes, squeezing his slippery stiffness in my hand. Christ calling him that didn’t even make me cringe and I could tell that he loved it:

“Get your ass up them fucking stairs now”

A grin grows across his face. He kicks his shoes, trousers and boxers off and leaves them on the floor as he ushers me upstairs to my parents room. He pushes me through the door, locking it behind him.We both get onto his bed on our knees and embrace, our tongues warring as he undresses me and I unbutton his shirt. He throws me on my back on my Mums side of the bed. He yanks off my socks and pulls my pants down. He looks at me for a long moment,and I look back as he bends into me, spreads my legs and begins to gently lick the head of my D.

“Ohhh Fuck, Aww Dad yeah”

It feels amazing. Both my hands cup his sweaty, shiny head now as he begins to blow me, slow at first then faster then slow. He takes a hand and starts to slowly jack me of whilst still sucking. After a while he senses that I’m nearing climax, so moves his tongue to my nuts, he’s licking them, playing with them in his mouth as I moan in euphoria. His tongue moves down as he pushes my thighs further apart.

“Dad mmmmm da...dadd mmm.” All groaned

His tongue circles my hole forever leaving me writhing, he then energetically jerks my entire body so my ass presses against his face, his mouth and nose between my cheeks. He starts to eat my ass with all of his mouth, his tongue darting in and out of me. I’m, again, pulling his bald head into me as I raise my legs into the air above us allowing him deeper inside. It was fucking bliss.

“Fu...fuck aw yeah aww yeah aw Daddy mmmmmm”

Minutes later he shifts himself on top of me so we can tongue kiss, which I know he likes from last time, both of us squeezing and fondling each others nipples. We writhe in this sticky embrace just absorbing each other until he whispers in my ear:

“I need to fuck you Ben” He said it so urgent.

“I want you inside me Dad” I agree, biting his lip.

I slither down his body, resting on his beefy chest, my tongue playing, chewing and flecking his pink nipples my hand pulling at his gold chain around his neck, pulling it tight against his throat.

“Mmmm Dad”

“Aw son, boy yeah awwww mmmm”

I move down kissing his hairy beer belly, then over his massive nest of pubes. I don’t just suck, I consume his dick. Let my spit and his juices lubricate it, tease it with my lips and blow until my jaw aches. He’s so hard I can feel his dick involuntarily twitch and spasm against the roof of my soft mouth.

I sit up on my knees and saddle his belly, turning backwards to slick his cock. His big hard hands grab my hips as I rise over his election. He then lowers me down as I turn and guide him inside as I run my hands up his big hairy arms as they cradle my waist. I can feel his cum already trickling out of me as I slide down slowly, then up. His hands grasping my hips so hard it hurts now.

“Mmm Dad Ohhhh ”

“Mmmmm son”

We’re looking deep into each other moaning simultaneously until we hit this point, this rhythm that hits every pleasure centre I’d ever known.

“Awww AWWW DADDY!!!!”

He’s thrusting into me like a machine now, as I ride him in complete synchronicity. I feel like electric, just a ball of pure nirvana. The springs on the bed were creaking like were about to go through them, the headboard was banging but neither of us cared. I’m using his sweaty chest to rest my hands, the thick hairs pulling through my fingers, over my wedding ring.

“Uugghh Daaaaad awww aww awwww”

After I couldn’t tell you how long we become, breathless and sweaty, our rhythm slows into this sleazy, less rapid fuck, both of us moaning, whispering each others names. I let him rest and thrust up and down on him, playing with my nipples as he spools strands of my own pre-jizz into my mouth, which I suck from his fingers. I again start to pull at his gold chain, toy with his nipples, tangled in his silver, sticky fur.

“Oi, Ben easy son” He tweaks my nipple as I slow to a stop.

He then bear hugs me onto my back, his hard length still in me, deep, and begins to grind on top. I moan and spread my legs into the air but this time I fold them against his wet back, locking him tighter into me. My hands move over his hips and angrily pull his big, hairy butt into me, grabbing into his thiccness with sweaty palms.

He’s becoming faster, his belly rubbing against my wet, hard dick as his slams and revolves, gyrates into me,

“Ahhhhhh ooooo oh dad, oh DAD OOOHHHHH”

He muffles my loud moaning with his mouth, we’re kissing like wild animals. Fuck. I couldn’t take any more.

The springs in the bed go nuclear and I moan as we cum together. I feel his warmth fill me and feel my cum pump across his belly in several violent spurts. I'm pulling him tight into me, my fingers digging into his cheeks as we spasm and shudder into one another. I feel him soften but he still pulls in and out of me for a couple of minutes, his exhausted body heavy on me as we gently kiss.

I thought he’d be ashamed and push me away like last time but instead he went down stairs naked and brought two glasses of whisky on the rocks and some cigarettes from Mums stash. I lay next to him swirling his chest hair, kissing occasionally as we smoked and drunk in content silence our bodies sinking into each other. We laid together like that for 40 minutes.

Finally I had to say that Michael would be wondering where I was. I felt this overwhelming urge to play some more, I know he felt the same but we couldn’t. Mum would be home soon too.

“Can I see you like this again?”

He knew what I meant.

“Yeah Boy. We fucking done it now. We’re going to hell anyway”he chuckled, stroking my hair. “I wanted this for so long Ben”He said softly before his tone changed:

“ Funnily enough your mums in Brighton all day tomorrow, I was going to go with her but I think I might be coming down with something”

“You are very hot” I whispered drolly, grabbing his semi with one hand and feeling his temperature with the back of the other.

“Yeah, probably end up spending all day in bed. I hope you don’t catch it too” he said leaning in to share his tongue with me.

As I got into the car that evening I noticed my eyes in the rear view mirror again, could I live with what I was doing? I should be stopping this now? Right? My phone notification sounded. It was Dad:

Want you again already 😈 xxx

The anxiety faded, Instead of responding that I felt exactly the same, which I did later from home, I shot an email to work saying I had a fever and would be spending the next day in bed.