Alex was an average 18 year old, good at school, fairly lean and always horney. His mother had left him and his father long ago, in truth he barely remembered her. He was so young when it happened and all he has ever known whas Roy, his father.
Whilst Alax was young and lean, blind hair that curled ever so slightly, his father was the opposite. His father was broad shouldered with dark brown hair and a body hardened from years of hard labour. Standing side by side, no one would have known they were father and son.
As Alex got older, his father began to work more. He knew it was because he was older and capable of looking after the house, cleaning, cooking and everything that comes with it. Still it always felt like his father was avoiding him. Perhaps it was because he was starting to look so much like his mother (comments made by people on passing) or perhaps it was because many of his dad's friends had mentioned that he looked nothing like the man, and implication Alex and Roy felt without it needing to be said.
On an average Thursday in October, Alex having finished up his final year of school started his usual routine. Cleaning what ever mess his father had left in the kitchen, picking up the empty bear bottles and sorting through the laundry. As he sorted through his father's dirty cloths, he held the boxer briefs he had seen his father had constantly worn around the house. A cheep pear that griped everything tightly. Roy quite often walked around in nothing but his briefs, showing off his strong hard body. His round muscular shoulders, the thick arms that forced his t-shirts to stretch, his pecs heavy bouncing slightly as he breaths, his defind 6 pack leading down to a place Alex had always tried to avoid.
Alex held the briefs to his own waste noting the difference in size. His hips more pronounced than his father's but still not nearly while enought to fill the fabric in front of him. With his father's cloths now cleaned and folded he made his way to pack them away.
Roy's room smelt like musk and sweat. The smell real men make when they work long days in the sun. Alex rarely came into this room. His father was always quite private about his space. Alex would normally just leave his father's cloths on the bed and walk out but this time was different. The TV mounted to the wall of the sactom was still on and an old VHS player was set up.
Alex: "that's old. What the hell could he be watching on that thing" he thought to him self.
He walked towards the device and pressed play. Instantly the sounds of moans filled the air, heavy breathing and slurping. It was a porno. A red head sucking on a huge thick uncut duck. It was massive, at least 10 inches long and 4 thick. She struggled to make her way down the shaft. A hand on here head helped to push her down to the globes hanging there filled with this man's seed. As he helped her get into a rhythm there mens moans for louder. Alex with out even noticing had already taken out his own cock. His own tool wasn't a monster like the man's in this video but it wasn't a disappointment either. 6 inches long with a reasonable girth. Although he had never used it before, he imagined there wouldn't have been a complaint. As Alex got into a rhythm, matching his strokes to the red head's movement, the camera panned up. The man moaning, controlling the rhythm, thrusting his monster of a cock into that wet mouth was his own father.
He should have stopped. He new he should stop. Put his own cock away, turn off the tape and get out of that room. But he didn't. He watched. He watched as his father was getting sucked off and he contained to stroke his own meat. His cock pulsed in his hand as he focused now on his father's body, his face, his breathing. He started matching. Matching there rate of his father's breath, his moans but most importantly, every stroke he made match every thrust of his father. This was wrong but Alex was doing it anyways. He kept going his head slick from the amount of pre cum drilling from it. His had glided up and down his shaft letting out a sqelting sound that turned him on just as much as the moans in the video. He could feel it he was getting close. His eyes locked onto his father's face, he could feel his body tensing he could feel his cock throbbing and then it happened. Alex shot his load. Ropes and ropes of thick white cum poured out of his dick. One, two and then a third before the drabs pooled at the base of his deflating cock. He lay back on his father bed. Blood finally flowing to the rest of his body, breath stedding. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself. The roam was still. Just the sound of the home made porno his father had made.
Roy: "you have fuck wanking to your dad getting sucked off?"
Alex opened his eyes. The colour draining from his face. Her turned his head and there in the door way in morning but his briefs stood the man he had just cum too.
Roy: "you fucking pervert".
