The son of the bitch

Moans in the attic

It was a strange sound that I started to hear. I started to notice it as hot water poured down my body. It was four in the afternoon and I was having a shower before going to the restaurant. I was the boss so I didn’t have to work every day; I just had to pay a visit the days I was not working in order to supervise whether everything was all right.

But the sound was louder. Just on top of the bathroom where I was there was a small attic, where we took everything we didn’t need anymore. It could be that we had mice and in that case I should take care about that problem and buy a mousetrap or something. But suddenly I thought it sounded like moans. I couldn’t believe either my wife or my son were having sex there, but sometimes I thought they were erotic sounds. I could never believe Stephanie was cheating me, she being so strict in many things. It could be that my only son, Darius, had bought a girl home, but was he fucking in the attic?

I never liked the name I was christened with, so I won’t ever mention it. Since I want to write this story, I won’t be shy to tell that my former job was being a bitch, a bitch strictly for girls. I’ve never had sex with a boy so far. I had my own website and I received clients in the flat I owned when I was 20 and started to prostitute myself. And being a bitch, I started using the new name I’d always been given after that moment: Cyrus. So let’s say that I’m Cyrus Jenkins, I’m 45 now and got a wife and a son. Since I was young, I loved cooking; as a bitch, I soon earned money, and when I was rich enough to retire, I bought a restaurant. I’m the main chef though I have some more good chefs and that’s why I needn’t work every day. And soon I bought two more restaurants once I bought the big luxurious house where I live with Stephanie and Darius.

Stephanie had been one of my clients and soon she became a regular. She’d told me later that she came to me at least once a week out of lust, but soon she fell in love with me and that made her come more often till one day she broke down and told me. I was really moved. Not all my clients were nice girls and I loved to hear her phoning me over and over again. I felt calm when I was with her; we not only had sex, but talked friendly about anything and when I knew of her love, I told her today we’ll have sex for free, Stephanie, for I really like you, and I’ll take you home. And that very night I also fell in love with her and up to this very day we love each other deeply. We’d never believed in marriage, so we live together but have never gone to a church or a court.

Stephanie is a very peculiar girl. As soon as we started to live together, she started to ask me everything about my job, she wanted to know every detail that I remembered, for I continued being a bitch and she never cared, until I was 34 and I retired. I had to tell her for instance how some clients wanted to fuck me with a strap-on and they had. Stephanie is a homophobic girl and also asked me whether I had ever had sex with a boy. I never have and she told me she could not stand that. But she got so horny knowing some girls used to fuck me that she also wanted to do it to me. And she does, an average of three times a week. I’d never fucked her in the ass though. So she’s a contradictory girl, strict in some things but open-minded in others. She never minded to be the partner of a man who continued prostituting himself for years as he lived with her.

I started prostituting myself when I was 20 and I was a bitch till I was 34, as I have already said. I first met Stephanie when I was 24 and we started to live together at 25. And soon we had a son, and we named him Darius. So it’s the Persian history again but in this case Darius is the son of Cyrus. I got out of the shower at last and as I was getting dressed I started to think about my son.

Darius was 20; he was tall and had a slender body. He’d always been my pride and joy. He’s brave, intelligent, tender, generous, open-minded. He did not want to do higher studies and I set him up as a waiter in my main restaurant, working with his mother, a cook there and with his father, the main chef. He’s cute but I’d never known him any girl. He’s too young. If it was him having sex with a girl in the attic I should go up the stairs after all and warn him, since his mother would be really angry if she found him there. As I was approaching the stairs leading to the attic, I thought once more of how I’d spent years fearing the day that Darius discovered his father’s former job.

And I was one day having dinner in my restaurant with my wife and Darius, when I heard a 50-year-old lady, whom soon I recognized as a former client, approaching us and telling me.

-I have been unable to contact you for years, my hot Cyrus. Are you not working anymore? Sex with you is wonderful and I’d pay you again.

I was not blushing but I knew Darius at last was getting informed of his father’s former job.

-I work no longer there, lady –I didn’t remember her name-. Now I’m the owner of this restaurant and I’ve got two more.

-A pity –she answered-; well, I won’t bother you anymore. If one day you return to your former job, just announce yourself in your old website again. So long then, Cyrus.

That was all but of course Darius was looking at me with a weird look, he wanted to know and I had to talk to him.

-Well, Darius, one day you had to know, so ok, I’ll tell you. This is not easy for me to tell, but you have the right to know. Before I started running these restaurants, I worked for 14 years as a bitch.

He did not look shocked.  Instead of reproaching me anything, he asked me.

-A bitch for girls, for boys, for both?

-Only for girls.

And Stephanie was brave then and told our son that she’d met me there and she’d formerly been one of my clients.

Both my wife and I were nervous, awaiting Darius’s response, but suddenly we saw him burst out laughing.

-So now I can properly be called a son of a bitch -he said.

-Not the son of a bitch, Darius. Let’s say that you’re the son of the bitch, of the former bitch. Now your father is a worker in the catering sector.

-And formerly a sex worker. Don’t fear me, dad. Don’t fear that knowing you were his client I’d love you less, mum. I’ve got a very original family. Being a bitch is decent, dad. It’s hot to know that years ago you had sex for money. So ok, I’m the son of the bitch and the son of the bitch’s client. Good, I love you both and I always will.

All this I thought when I almost reached the attic. Now the sounds were unmistakable. They were masculine moans. Darius must have taken a girl home and was probably having sex with her. I thought for a moment that I shouldn’t open the door and surprise him but thinking twice I thought it would be better to tell him not to have sex at home. I had been for years a sex worker and seeing my son having sex would not shock me, but it would be awful if Stephanie surprised him there. She worked in the evening but now I thought she was shopping and she could come home any moment.

Finally I opened the attic door and I was not prepared to see what I saw. Darius was there indeed totally nude but his dick was in a boy’s mouth then. That boy was totally nude too. He seemed to be Darius’ age.

-Shit dad, you’ve caught me red-handed –and in that moment I even saw Darius’ semen falling in that boy’s mouth.

-Darius, my son, I don’t care you’re having sex with a boy. Are you gay?

-I am, dad. And this boy is Dalton Murray, my boyfriend. He also works as a waiter in a restaurant, not one of yours. I met him cause I used to have dinner in his working place.

-Hug me, Darius. I hope you make each other happy –and then I felt my son’s naked body rubbing my clothes. Surprisingly I went hard. It’s impossible to describe what a hot body my son has. And also Dalton, who looked at father and son totally hard.

-But you could have sex with your boyfriend somewhere else and not at home, Darius. You know I respect you but you could have been caught by your mother and in fact she’s a little homophobic. Not sure she will understand you and it won’t be easy for you to get out of the closet with her. Nevertheless, you can be sure I’ll support you. You have a very cute boyfriend by the way, Darius.

In that moment Darius took Dalton’s dick deep in his mouth and started blowing his boyfriend before his father.

-I knew I could be surprised dad, but both Dalton and I felt the thrill of danger –he kept on talking as he sucked-, the chance that we could be caught and we were horny and needed to have sex here and now. Dad, forgive me, but he’s my boyfriend and of course I had to tell him what your former job was. I’m the son of the bitch but I know my father is open-minded enough and won’t mind to see how they his son is sucking a cock, would you?

Darius kept on blowing Dalton. I shouldn’t get hard watching my son having sex, should I? But I was totally hard. In that moment I knew that Darius and his boyfriend were two show-offs and wanted me to stay and watch.

-You’re hard, dad, isn’t it?

-I really love you, Darius, and it’s moving to see my son enjoying sex. I know I shouldn’t be hard, but it’s inevitable.

-I don’t fucking care, dad. I must confess you one thing. When I knew what your former job was, I typed this in google: “Cyrus Jenkins bitch”. You know the information you put on the net is never erased, dad, and I found some pics of your old website. In some of them you were totally nude. I saw your dick and even your ass. You’re totally sexy; dad and I hope you don’t mind knowing both Dalton and I have often masturbated watching your naked pics.

-Well, once again I don’t care, Darius. I like you just the way you are and I enjoyed sex for years cause that was my job –in that moment I finally noticed my son cumming-, but I should leave you both alone now and I would sincerely tell you again, Darius, that you should have sex somewhere else.

-Dad, you’re hot, you’re open-minded. Why don’t you stay here and watch us fuck now? You could comfortably sit on that chair and watch us having sex. I’d really need to feel my father’s blessing for what his son is and for what he might be seeing. And since you really love me the way I am, dad, and even love Dalton a bit, you could even give us a bit more pleasure and sit there without your clothes.

I saw that Darius had already started to fuck his boyfriend. Well, I really like my son and I was gonna respect his every desire. Besides he and his boyfriend had already seen me naked in some pics and had already wanked over what they were seeing. I could also understand that. When Darius knew his father had been a bitch, he must have got horny and of course had to search on the net for my former website. I wanted to show him my deep respect in everything and show him I didn’t mind that he wanked over me. So as he was fucking his boyfriend, I started to strip.

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