(All characters are 18+)
It had been about a month since we returned from our holiday. My dad never spoke to me about sucking his cock while he was asleep, or swallowing his endless cum while he was awake. I seemed more freaked out about it than he did. And not just what happened, but how he's behaved since then, as if it never happened. But the one thing that really bugged me was knowing that he held my head while he was cumming in my mouth, and he practically encouraged me to lick his cock dry until every last drop of cum was gone.
I tried to let it go. I even walked away from his clothes hamper where I'd normally rummage for a pair of his used underwear. I even tried to use porn or think of a different guy when I wanked off. But it was hard not thinking of my dad as the object of my sexual fantasies. Especially knowing what a gorgeous big cock he'd got.
However, nothing was more unbearable than taking driving lessons with him. Sitting so close and seeing his bulge in his trousers. And on this particular Sunday he was wearing his red shorts. I don't know if he'd forgotten, worn them on purpose, or if it simply didn't register with him. But it made staying focused and calm very difficult.
My dad made me drive out to an abandoned airfield to practice some manoeuvres. Every time he'd look away, my eyes instinctively looked at the bulge of his cock and balls in his shorts. It was torture.
When I grinded the gears, he looked at me and said, "what is with you today? You're not concentrating."
Uncharacteristically of me, I snapped back, "well what do you expect when you're wearing those damned shorts!?"
It took a moment for him to catch on, and I wasn't sure if he was acting, but finally he said, "oh, I forgot. Sorry, I didn't think, and I thought we were beyond that now."
I was heartbroken hearing him pretend like it never happened or meant anything. "How can I get beyond it when I see you everyday and want you that way," I replied, ashamed of how I felt about my own dad.
"You know we can't do that again," my dad said as he sighed and stared away out of his passenger window.
It was risky but I said, "you know you enjoyed it as much as I did, so I don't understand why you pretend that you didn't."
My dad turned his head backed to face me and his eyes were full of anguish as he replied, "because I'm your dad."
He was only inches apart from me but there was a huge casm between us as we stared through each other.
In desperation I placed my hand on his bare knee and said, "I know, but I still want you."
My dad looked away again as my hand stayed on his bare knee, and out of the corner of my eye his red shorts shifted. Deny his feelings all he wanted, my dad couldn't hide or stop the blood as it pumped into his cock.
For a moment I was back in our holiday apartment, as my dad's cock stiffened and twitched until his shorts could no longer contain his manhood.
I could see from the side of my dad's face that he was embarrassed as his cock reached up, wanting to be played with. The head pushed up through the waistband of his shorts and hid under his t-shirt.
I didn't speak to ask, I just reached over and pressed the head of his cock through his t-shirt. The back of my fingers rubbed up and down over the underside of his cockhead, and loving my touch his cock strained and pushed to be played with.
My dad turned back to look at me with his red face. I thought he was going to tell me to stop. But instead he lifted his t-shirt revealing his bulbous wet cockhead.
Daintily I placed my fingers about the head and stroked it, and I was rewarded with a trickle of precum. My dad knew what was coming next as he hooked a thumb into his waistband and pulled his shorts down and tucked them under his big fat balls.
I barely glanced around the deserted airfield as I leaned over and caught his sweet dew with my tongue. I traced it back to his pisshole and I was reminded of how big it was.
"Mmmmm," dad moaned as he felt my tongue lap and press into his pisshole.
It was strange how the smell of his cock was so distinct. The musky sweaty smell it gave off, tinged with piss. I was greedy for him having waited over a month as my lips sank over his thick and pointed cockhead.
"Oh Jesus," dad said. He wasn't religious, but my mouth on his cock was enough to make him pray for forgiveness as he never wanted it to end.
Down and down I went until I couldn't swallow anymore. And each time I pulled back, my tongue danced around his bellend and made him squirm in his seat.
"Oh!" Dad exclaimed as he felt my lips slide back down over his thick helmet, then slide back up again.
I remembered how feeling his balls made him cum last time, so I felt for them and gave them a squeeze.
"Ohh," dad repeated.
I pulled and stretched his fat balls while I ran my lips up and down his long and girthy cock.
"You're gonna make me cum," he warned.
I prepared myself as I kept my lips just below his helmet, and sucked like a pro. Then I knew he was there when his hand moved from my back to the back of my head and he held it there.
My dad's cock throbbed and my mouth filled with spunk. He gave me more than last time and I swallowed his semen as quick as I could. My head was pushed down and his cock entered my throat as it filled with his second load of cum. It coated my tonsils and I tried not to gag as I tried to swallow it down. Then I tried to lift my head but my dad wasn't done as his arse left his seat and he shot one more load into my mouth. My tongue was coated as I took several gulps. I'd drunk all the spunk I could take.
My dad's hand eased and I slowly slid my mouth off his cock as I sat up. He looked drained, and I wasn't surprised. The thought of how much spunk I'd swallowed made me feel queasy.
"Did you enjoy it?" I had to ask.
My dad tried to catch his breath as he nodded, like he'd just run a marathon. Then holding his cock as it began to soften, he reached into the glovebox and took out a packet of travel tissues. He handed them to me and I unwrapped them and handed him one. I watched as he dabbed and wiped his cock before tucking it back in his shorts. Then he undid his window and tossed the evidence.
My dad looked at me and said, "what about you?"
It had never occurred to me, and before I could say anything my dad's hand was in my shorts and pulling my cock out. It felt weird being touched by my dad, and weirder as he leaned over and pumped my cock as it got harder.
"That okay?" He asked with paternal care.
"Yeah," I replied. But I wanted to say it was fucking awesome.
I watched as my dad's hand pumped my cock, then when I looked at him he pushed his lips onto mine. I was shocked and pulled away.
"I'm sorry. I was getting carried away," he apologised.
"No, don't be," I fired back, then leaned in to kiss him back.
Our lips met and our tongues danced. It was the perfect kiss. And we kept kissing until I had to tell him I was ready to cum.
My dad paused, then ducked down and put his lips on my cock as I came in his mouth. I came several times and he stayed down and took it all and swallowed.
With my balls emptied my dad sat up. He licked his lips tasting the last of my cum. We'd gone from zero to a hundred in about five seconds.
"What was that about?" I asked. Baffled by my dad's sudden gay behaviour.
My dad smiled and said, "I've been very unfair. I've known for some time that you fancied your old man. My missing underwear that suddenly reappeared. And the way you'd look at me if my trousers seemed tight. And in truth I've denied I felt the same because I'm your dad."
"Really? How long have you known?"
"It's been years. But naturally I've never said anything to your mum. I mean, she knows you're gay, or bi, or whatever. But she doesn't know that you fancy me… And she never will."
"So what about you… You're bi..?
My dad rubbed the side of his head and said, "it's only been the last few years that I've felt my gay side coming out. I think the term is bi-curious?! And I've never acted on it, not til you… Well, sucked me off."
I blushed and tried to hide it as I replied, "how could I not. I mean look at you. And your cock. Like, wow!"
My dad blushed and said "get away with ya!"
"What? It's true. Your as fit as fuck, and gorgeous. And your cock. Oh my god. I had no idea it would be that big."
"Well you're one to talk. Do you know how many times I've had to have a wank in the bathroom as you wander around in your boxers or shorts. And when you wear them grey sweatpants and I can see your cock hanging in them. Christ, it's enough to make me jizz my pants."
We both burst out laughing at the realisation that we'd both been lusting after each other.
"Y'know, I've got one more thing to confess. Actually make that two, no, three. Well, I used to nick your boxers as well. Not as often as I'd have liked. But I did. I even jizzed in a couple of them and had to wash them myself. In fact I think I took one pair to work and chucked them in a bin on the way. And on holiday. I was kinda awake when you were sucking my cock."
…"I knew it. You bastard!"
I laughed and my dad grinned and continued. "And then there's today. I wore these shorts on purpose. I didn't know what would happen. And I'm not sure I wanted anything to, but I'm glad it did, and it's all out in the open."
"Well. Fuck me!" I said, flabbergasted.
My dad laughed and said, "I'd love to."
I got the impression he was serious, and suddenly it seemed like a good idea as I said, "well, there are those abandoned sheds over there, and no ones around."
My dad looked about and said, "go on then. Drive over there."