(All characters are 18+)
Is it a crime to fancy your own dad when he's 49, very good looking, and six feet tall. Not to mention that he has sparkling blue eyes, a killer smile, and short light brown hair that's almost blonde? Added to that, he has a hairy gym toned body, and an ass and bulge to die for.
So with all of that information, you can hardly blame me for having a crush on my own dad. In fact, it was my dad that made me realise which way my dick pointed, as he became the centre of all my wank fantasies.
Even at the age of 18, I'd still borrow his used underwear from the clothes hamper when no one was home. I would take them to my bedroom, where I'd hold the crotch to my nose and mouth and breathe in the perfume of his cock and balls. I'd wank myself off while getting high on the musky used smell of his sweat and piss, and any trace of semen would get licked until there was nothing left.
On the few times I caught my dad naked, either in the bathroom, or getting changed in his bedroom, I'd immediately hold onto the image and find a place to have a wank while I thought about him. His hairy chest and thighs. His trimmed heavy balls and large flaccid uncut cock. Even soft, my dad hung 4 or 5 inches, and his bellend was thick, sheathed in its foreskin with his pisshole showing.
I never thought anything physically could happen between us, obviously, other than the constant erections he gave me. But that finally changed around my 19th birthday while on holiday.
My dad coincidentally celebrated his 50th birthday while we were on holiday, and he didn't seem pleased about it. In fact he drank a lot to forget it. And this is when I was given my opportunity.
My dad wore red shorts that were short and hugging. I say hugging rather than tight, simply because my dad had a beautiful round arse and a large package, restrained only by the gauzy mesh sewn inside. Imagine oranges and a banana in a string bag.
My dad was slumped on the sofa in the apartment, refusing and encouraging my mum and sister to go on a day trip they had booked, while he nursed a hangover and was grateful for the peace and quiet. I didn't want to go either, as I was far more interested in the men around the pool, and I hoped one of them would take me to their room and fuck me senseless.
With my mum and sister gone, my dad lay on the sofa in just his red shorts. His nipples poked through the fair hairs on his muscular chest and they were inviting to my lips. His eyes were shut and his head turned away to the wall as he breathed deeply, sound asleep. Empty beer cans were stacked on the table near him, and one lay beneath his hand as it hung off the sofa.
I'd never known my dad to drink so much, and I guess it was some kind of mid-life crisis he was going through. And the holiday and his 50th birthday were the perfect foil for his masculine breakdown.
I quietly stood at the sink and drank some water, when my eyes caught some movement in my dad's red shorts. At first I thought I'd imagined it, but then it happened again. Blood was pumping into his flaccid cock and making it twitch. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I took a step closer and watched. The bulge in his shorts twitched again and again, and it was more fantastic than Dr Frankenstein seeing his monster come to life, as my dad's monster grew.
Twitch, twitch, went the red cloaked bulge, and then it unfurled as it became freed from its net. Its great length and girth stretched out and flexed as if waking up. The thick head of my dad's cock pressed up and down against the thin layer of red cotton fabric, as if doing press-ups. Then my dad stirred for a second and uncrossed his legs. His breathing deepened as he carried on dreaming. His bulbous cockhead edged to the bottom of his shorts, now it was freed by the uncrossing of his legs.
I'd never seen my dad with an erection. I'd seen him on days where he seemed to be bulging or leaving a thick impression of his cock. But now I actually saw my dad was around 8 inches when hard, and he was thicker than the discarded beer bottles gathered around the bin.
I could feel myself physically shaking, and my throat went dry. I finished my glass of water and swallowed quietly. Unconsciously, even my breathing was muffled as my heart beat like a drum.
I set my glass down and crept quietly to the other end of the room, closer to my dad's feet. He didn't stir, and I literally covered my mouth in shock as I saw the head of my dad's cock sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. The leg of his shorts were riding higher and higher, each time my dad's cock flexed. His large cock was pushing the fabric up, and I could visibly see the thick head and pisshole, the pulled back foreskin stretched smooth, and at least 3 thick inches were fully exposed.
I was quivering and felt sick at the thought of what I wanted to do to his cock. But I also felt I couldn't walk away. I was trapped. My cock was bulging in my shorts, and at 7 inches, I was nearly as hung as my dad, but my cock wasn't as thick. Each second caused panic. Should I stay as I was and keep watching? Should I leave quietly? Or should I get closer?
Suddenly, only one insane choice made sense as I knelt beside my dad with my head a matter of inches from his exposed and throbbing cock. I was afraid to touch it, in case my shaking hands woke him. But it was also hard to control my breathing as my heart raced. I could smell the familiar musk of his cock, tinged with piss. My nose and senses were attuned to it and my cock was throbbing.
It felt as if I'd been staring at my dad's hard cock for ages, only now my mouth was opening, and my tongue was ready to taste his pulsing meaty cock. The tip of my tongue nestled into his piss-hole, and I was treated to the sweet taste of his precum. Not dried in his worn boxers, but fresh, wet, and juicy. It leaked from his big hard cock and I lapped it up. My tongue moving slowly, and feeling his cock reacting to its touch. His cock moved as if it had a mind of its own, deciding if it wanted my tongue to lick the sweet nectar from its mouth.
I looked at my dad's face and he was dead to the world as his cock danced with my tongue. But greedily I wanted more as his cock beckoned me to kiss it. So I did. I pursed my lips and pressed them to the mouth of his cock. The warm firm flesh carried the scent of his cock, and my bottom lip pulled away with a thin web of precum attached. I stuck out my tongue and broke the web. Its sweetness was heaven.
Still unbelievably unconscious, my dad just lay there like Adonis. Big nipples in a wire of hair that tracked down over his muscular stomach and snaked into his shorts. His face was unshaved but beautiful. Eyes closed, lips poised to be kissed. I thought of his doe eyed face waking to see me licking his pisshole as his cock stood erect, wanting to be sucked. How would he react? What would he say?
In the moment, I couldn't imagine any of that. His hard cock still wanted me to play with it. So I stuck out my tongue and licked the head slowly and gently. It was like a very large strawberry in its size and shape, only smoother, paler, and softer. I licked it again and again. His cock danced up and down excited by my touch. Then as it reached out to my lips, I put my mouth around it. It felt surreal holding my dad's cock in my mouth and tasting it after imagining it for so long.
Heavy breathing, and my dad was still completely unaware that the head of his cock was in his son's mouth. His juicy fat strawberry was being sucked softly, milked for its sweet precum.
My cock had copied my dad's as it found its way out of the bottom of my shorts, where my fingers nursed it. My cock was leaking precum as I stared at my dad's gorgeous face, while my mouth sucked gently on his fat cock.
I gently swallowed and my lips took an extra inch of my dad's thick cock in my mouth. My nose was edging towards the hem of his shorts as they tried to restrain the blood pulsing into his meaty shaft. The pressure and excitement was making him harder. Carefully, I pulled the hem of his shorts up as far as I could, revealing a maximum of 5 inches. My dad had a beautiful cock, and I held nearly 3 of his fat 8 inches in my mouth.
In truth, I didn't know what I would do, but a part of my brain told me to keep on sucking gently, and that's what I did. His cock continued to throb in my mouth as if wanting to go deeper. So I held my dad's cock up and took another inch. Just enough to touch the back of my throat without triggering my gag reflex.
My dad made a humming sound as if on some level he knew he was getting his cock sucked. But he didn't move or open his eyes. I sucked a little harder as my lips stroked along his shaft and moved his foreskin. I didn't know if it was possible to make him cum without him knowing, but I was determined to try.
All hell would have broken loose if anyone could have seen what I was doing as I knelt by the sofa in our holiday apartment with my dad's large hard cock in my mouth while he drunkenly slept. But no one knew but me as I tried my best to make my dad cum by sucking and stroking his cock as softly as I could.
I didn't know if I could make my dad cum in my mouth without him knowing, or how long it would take. But trying to make it happen, I let my lips become very wet as they slid up and down the first couple of inches of his hard cock, making it sensitive as I thrust my head back and forth. Then I reached over his leg and felt his ballsack. I squeezed them gently through his shorts, trying to encourage them to make plenty of cum.
My dad was so out of it, but his cock was so alive as I sucked and slurped as quietly as I could while my mouth tried to make him orgasm. My hand worked his balls, and in tandem I felt I could make him cum. Then all of a sudden my dad woke up, and his cock began to shoot cum into my mouth. The first shot was thick and heavy, and my dad lifted his head and chest up and saw me swallow it. Then he held my head with his hands and came again. I looked at him and swallowed as his cum sprayed into the back of my mouth. Eyes locked, my dad gasped and his cock throbbed, spitting a third load of creamy spunk into my mouth. I moaned with delicious satisfaction and swallowed. A brief and restrained smile ran across my dad's face as he clenched his arse and shot another load of cum in my mouth. I moaned louder like a greedy porn whore as I swallowed.
My dad moaned and covered his eyes with his right hand, while his left hand still held my head in place. I didn't let go of his cock and he didn't want me to as he continued to cum in my mouth. I took his cock deep to finish him off as my throat burned with his oozing cum. It felt incredible, feeling my dad's big hard cock throbbing in my throat, giving me several warm loads of his cum. I had no idea he could cum so much. It never seemed to end.
"Uhhh.. uhhh," my dad moaned at the end of his orgasm having shot several large loads of cum into his sons mouth.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," he repeated as he finally let my head go and pulled his cock from my mouth.
With some difficulty, he lifted his cock out of his shorts and I saw his fat balls, less full. He squeezed his cock and more cum flowed from the piss hole and dripped down his shaft. I didn't ask as I leaned in and ran my tongue up his shaft to the tip, cleaning up his cock. He shuddered and looked at me. His cock was sensitive. But then he squeezed it again and waited for me to lick his pisshole as it dripped with cum. We stared at each other, then I did as he wanted as I lapped up his cum. My tongue ran over the head of his cock making his balls clench and his body shudder, and I knew he had enjoyed it.
My dad lay there with a thumping head and a large softening cock in his hand. I wiped my mouth with the palm of my hand. I had swallowed a cup load of thick creamy cum and I could still smell and taste him.
"Why did you do that?" My dad asked me as he looked at me with glassy eyes.
"I couldn't help it. I just wanted you."
Nothing more was said. My dad snapped out of his mid life crisis and we continued to have a great holiday. No one knew why he suddenly changed, but secretly they all had me to thank for it.
The only question that remained was… would it happen again?