Dad Teaches Son a Lesson

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Nothing too special happened on the day I figured out that my father liked cock. Besides that. I came home a little drunk. The party, that I told my father that I would attend and probably stay all night and crash at some friend's house, was boring. So it was partially my fault that I came back early, or that I came back at all.

I expected my father to be asleep so I left all the lights turned off and walked in silence through the house, but of course I stopped when I saw the light coming from under his bedroom door. Curious, probably already thinking that dad was doing something dirty, I opened silently. Or tried to. However, my father didn't move. I knew that he had slept on the chair, which was on the opposite side of the door so I could only see the his back. As I got closer, I saw it on the computer.

A video of two guys fucking. Weirder than that, it was a video titled "Father teaches his son a lesson". My whole body just weakened and trembled. And something stirred inside of my pants. Although, I wasn't ready to admit that yet. Instead of turning around, my feet took me closer to him. And his cock was out, but soft, uncut with a brown head and a drop of leaking cum.

My father was in his 40s. He still had traces of an athletic body that he earned in his early 20s, but he was rarely going to the gym now. White skin and black hair, sometimes I couldn't believe he still hadn't found another woman, since he was more good looking than me. Now I knew why.

I shook his shoulder.

"Dad, wake up."

When my father slowly opened his eyes, my cock was waiting for him. I'm sure he took little time to understand what was going on, because his face turned to the computer and my exposed thick cock in front of him, and his eyes became huge. But I endured my insecurity and waited.

"I'm so sorry" he said, as he took my cock and stroked it like he couldn't stop himself. I didn't know why I was so turned on, but the way he touched me seemed more efficient than any sex I had. I put my hand on his shoulder to take back some balance.

I watched as my father's cock grew between his legs. It kept going to the point that I felt a weird desire mixed with pride. Suddenly I moaned and realized after that now he was sucking me. Avidly. I held his head and helped him, otherwise the man would die. My legs still gave signs of weakling trembles. It was all happening so fast.

"Yeah, suck that cock" I said. Because it was the only thing that came to me. It felt wrong, it was my father right there bubbling on my member, I should be able to say more creative things. "Suck it, dad. Yeah, like that."

Dad looked at me like a dream come true.

He gave a big kiss on my cock's head and stood up. He hugged me, kissing my neck which gave me a shiver all over. He breathed hard on my ear, and most of all, inhaled my smell.

"Shit, dad." I was out of breath. But he kept going, all the way to the bed, my cock rubbing on his belly with the movement that took us slowly to the place where he told me he thought about me constantly.

"You're such a big boy now."

The way he said it made it clear in what way he meant for me to take it.

"You raised it" I said, which provoked a weird desperate laugh out of him. I felt bad, so I kissed him. My dad's lips were amazing.

Dad's hands felt my ass insistently, giving away what he wanted the most. So I told him I was actually prepared because I always enjoyed to let girls have their fun with me. He growled a little at that, but nodded, and suddenly he was the normal guy of my everyday life, while he took our clothes off and prepared me to the fucking. Ass up, dog style.

A finger on my tight hole made me jump. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

I wanted him to hurt me. Now my hole was wet. My father's tongue. It insisted on my entrance, bringing his face between my ass cheeks. He told me I tasted good and I thanked him awkwardly, while his strong hands left red marks on my bum and lower back. I was so clearly his object at that moment, my own dad. It was hot.

Dad spread me on the bed and jerked me off while I moaned on his pillow, that smelled of him. A smell that confused my mind with two different ideas now.

His tongue slowly worked its way through my balls and cock. It was warm inside his mouth. I loved it so much I almost cummed, but I warned him and he took it out at the right moment. He took my ass with his huge hands and spread the cheeks one more time. I heard him spit and later felt the wet sensation on my hole. He rubbed his spit with one finger and made circular movements.

I moaned.

"What is it, son?" He said. "Can you feel how much I love you? Is that it?"

I looked down between my legs and saw the shining tip of my bulging head where a bit of precum leaked. It fell on the bed, making a wet mark. Another went right behind it. As I stared, I licked my lips. Dad stopped. And something new pressed my asshole, bigger than his finger, harder than his tongue. I closed my eyes with anticipation.

The pressure made me think about fucking a girl, and I wondered if my father was having that same sensation. Or better, since it was way tighter than any pussy. I wanted my old man to enjoy.

"Come on, dad... I can take it."

I didn't know if that was true. My hole opened for the head and awareness cursed and gifted me with every inch that my father put inside of me. I stretched for him. Fingers pressing on my skin, I went still. I didn't know what to do next. Then he was fucking me. His long hard cock didn't even come all in, but dad began his in and outs.

I closed my eyes hard, biting the pillow. My body welcomed the sex, didn't even care who did the job of making me feel that way, it just enjoyed. So my dad pounded my ass, leaving a good first impression, since I was a virgin. I let girls have their fun, but never something as close to big as a cock. His hands touched every exposed part of my body. We were bonding right there. Relationship goals.

I looked back at him, when the thrusts became more rhythmic and I grew used to the painful pleasure of being rubbed on the prostate through my ass. Dad looked right back as he said dirty things to me, which encouraged me. I pushed my ass, taking all in. Thank god no one lived with us, someone probably would hear us if they walked by outside of the room, maybe of the house.

Three things that existed purely were my ass and my cock and my father. Dad realized I was in need and told me I could stroke myself. So I grabbed it, pitifully trying to jerk off as he fucked me.

Then he jumped on me, fell on the bed and fucked me on the side, lifting my leg with his strong hand. We were both heavily wet. "Oh my god, son," he said. His need drove me a little crazy. His thing slid inside and out really fast, which didn't allow me to think rationally at all. I moved my thighs trying to follow his speed, inviting him to keep fucking. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Guilty and shame could fuck themselves right now.

I could sense it was going to be the best orgasm even before I had it. But then I felt the explosion coming from my balls and my cock seemed to scream out those jets of white cum, until the point that it became a weak and more liquid transparent flow. My father rubbed gently my balls and the area between them and my ass, scratching my pubes, that were almost never taken out. He didn't mind. At all.

Every part of me felt loved. I turned my upper body and face around and kissed him, while he fucked me in the most romantic way since that crazy experience began, I loved it even more. I didn't know how he was still holding himself, his face red and sweating. The friction of my asscheeks and hole engulfing my father's member whole was as good as when he began.

That night I looked in my father's eyes as he cummed on my belly. He kissed me and lay on top of me. None of us wanted to say anything, so I just touched and caressed him as if he was a boyfriend who really needed attention. I whispered nice things while his lips sucked on my nipples, and I wished I could be on his head at that moment, to know what he was thinking while he let me touch him like I was taking care of him.

At one point, he put his face on my shoulders, arms all around me like those big hugs he used to give me when I was little, and his nose sniffed my armpits. I looked at him, just to see his intent on those eyes, not interested to look away from the little spot under my arm. I told him I probably wasn't smelling that great, but he told me I had the best smell in the world. I opened the area which had more than a few hair, but my father didn't mind it. He licked and inhaled, and not once I felt tickled. My cock was hard again.

Next morning I woke up with the thought that I had ejaculated inside my dad's mouth, and he, inside of my ass. It wasn't a dream. There I was, naked on his room and on his bed, feeling a constant sting of uncomfortable on my anus. Dad had woken up. I looked around the empty room and just blinked, waiting for everything to sink in. The door opened and his face smiled at me.

"Good morning, son. I'm headed for work. Breakfast is ready. Are you okay?"

The last question wasn't supposed to mean anything, but Dad's eyes changed somehow, while looking at me. I knew I could destroy him if I just told him I had regrets.

"I'll be waiting for you" I said.