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Subject: Chapter 1 : Sleeping Dad This series is a work of fiction involving a Dad and his son engaging in sexual activity. Please turn back now if that hurts your sensibilities. If you like what you read please send a message/feedback/suggestion to ail Also, please consider donating to fty to kep this site and stories like mine going. ————————————————————————– I woke up with a start. Thought I heard the door slam. Must be Dad after is party. I looked at the clock, it was 1 am. “Earlier than usual”, I thought to myself groggily and turned over in bed trying to get comfortable again. I am Matty. I live alone with my single Dad. My Mom left him him when I was 3 for her Latin lover. My parents were high school sweethearts and married right after graduation at 9. I was already in her womb when they made their “I dos”, my Dad the horn dog ha. I am 17 now. Dad is still young at 37. He never remarried, but has had too many girlfriends to count any more. You see, he is a pretty good looking guy. Still has a full head of blonde hair, a carefully maintained scruff and workout regularly. I am about his height now at 6′ 2” but while I am lean, he is what you would call beefy. He has a slight belly with just the hint of his erstwhile 6 pack abs showing, all curtained in a generous cover of short blonde hair. while I am still pumping iron to put more muscles on, his arms and chest are huge. “Don’t skip leg day” is his favorite motto. And it shows with his thick legs. In short, he is a very handsome guy and it has always surprised me, my mother gave all that up to be with her crush. To be fair, her boyfriend is kinda hot too but wont dwell on that right now. Dad and I have always had a good relationship. He has always been honest and open with me. That’s why I knew bout all the girls he slept with. He has no qualms talking about the latest in his sex life. However, there was one rule he never broke. No women in the house. He never brought anyone home. He would meet them outside the house at best telling them he wasn’t ready for them to meet me. Usually they would go to her place. And if https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/” title=”escort kocaeli”>escort kocaeli things started getting serious he would drop them like they did their panties before him, and move on to the next. Yeah, my Dad’s a stud. So I was shocked when I heard a woman’s voice accompanying my Dad’s drunken slur. My Dad’s room is next to mine. I can usually hear the dull sound of the TV runng in his room. Now I could hear their muted giggles. I sat up in my bed, any notion of sleep all but gone. How drunk was he? I had never known for himt to bring anyone to his room, much less hear him giggle. Before long I heard the unmistakable sound of two bodies hitting the bed. And then the moans began. She was really loud and my Dad seemed completely out of it. I heard the shoes being tossed and then a brief silence during which, I later surmised, the clothes came off. I wanted to ignore all this and go back to sleep but surprisingly and unconsciously I was getting aroused. Somehow it felt wrong and taboo. I felt strangely possessive for my dad too and little irritated that the house rules had been broken by some wasted slut. I got up and tiptoes to my door. I opened it silently and peeked out in the hallway. My Dad’s room’s door was slightly ajar. “Oh Steve, you are so bad”, I heard her moan. I froze, in rapt attention, straing to hear everything that was going on. SLAP. “Ohhh Steve” “SLAP. SLAP” That’s when I realized by Dad was spanking her. My dick started getting hard. This was like a porno podcast. I was not even processing the fact that it was my own Dad here. Hey, who really thinks with their upstairs head at 2 am. It was all the downstairs head dictating my actions. I was lready beginng to touch myself, my eyes closed, ears straing. What followed was around 15 minutes of loud kissing and moang. I was leaking a lot of precum and my shorts were getting wet. I leak like a faucet. Soon, the kissing increased in urgency and turned into slurping, what could only be my Dad getting a blowjob. It was really hot. There he was, my own Dad, being serviced by some young thing (he usually seemed to draw young pussies), while his own son was at the door touching https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/escort/kocaeli-anal-yapan-escort-bayan” title=”kocaeli anal yapan escort”>kocaeli anal yapan escort himself. I was almost getting turned on by this scenario as if I was witnessing it as a third person. I could have cum right then but continued edging myself. After the sloppy blowjob came the loud sex. The bed was creaking so loud, I was afraid our neighbors would call the cops on us. “Fuck yeah, ride me like a cowgirl” my Dad growled. I had only rarely heard him swear and hearing him dirty talking was so sexy. Like father like son. I liked to talk dirty too with my girlfriends. It would get them wet and me rock hard. So no surprise that I was tenting pretty heavily at this point. Precum was oozing down my leg through my shorts leaving wet, slick trail. I dared not touch myself or I would blow my load all over the door. “Oh yeah bitch. Take that. Take my Daddy cock”. “oooh Steve”, she whimpered, “You are are tearing me up. You are so big. fuck me baby”. She was moang louder and louder. Clearly my Dad was completely in the moment and completely out of it to have not even thought of the noise waking me up. Also, it was the first I had heard of my Dad cock being big. I had never seen it myself but I was 8inches. Figured my Dad would be same or bigger. I was now curious to find out exactly how big he was and what was it about his dick that had all the girls flocking to him. “Arr” he growled like a pirate. “Yeah you like that dont you” “Oh yes Steve, Please fuck me harder” she begged. “Not Steve, call me Daddy”. “Ohhh yeahhh Daddy. Fuck me. fuck your lil bitch. Make my cum”. I was shocked. I had no Idea my Dad had daddy fantasy. My cock was gonna erupt. This was new turf for me and I was just lost in the moment just like my Dad. They fucked for another 10 minutes or so and then with a loud gasp from my Dad and a louder moan from the girl, all motion stopped. They had both cum. I looked down and my shorts were dripping. I had cum too unbeknownst to me. With all the tension and sexual stress dissipated, I was starting to realize what I had just done. I had ejaculated to my Dad having sex https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/escort/izmit-yabanci-escort” title=”izmit yabancı escort”>izmit yabancı escort with a girl. I was not sure how to process this but it made me think about my sexuality. I thought I was straight. I sure liked chics. But I also defitely noticed dudes. To be honest I thought we all did. Everyone checked each other out in the gym and in the showers. I had seen a couple of my friends with hardons in the shower even. I have fantasized about threesomes with mates of mines drilling my girlfriend or theirs. but had never acted on it yet. This was a first. And then there was Dad. I had always noticed how handsome he was, how well put together. I was taking pains to make sure I worked out and took care of myself so I could look at least as good if not better than my old man. That meant I appreciated his musculature, his huge biceps and triceps, thick thighs and round butt. “Dont skip leg day!” Yeah I defitely thought my Dad was hot, but I never ever imagined touching myself fantasizing about him. Until toght. Until now. I had just cum my pants like there wa sno tomorrow without even touching myself. I was still lost in thought, trying to grapple with reality when I heard the door to Dad’d room creak open. I peeked outside carefully and saw a young girl, couldnt be more than 21-23, stilettos in her hands tiptoeing out and down the stairs and finally out the main door. Just like that she was gone. I followed her and bolted the door close. didn’t want any more of my father’s booty calls sneaking in. As I headed back up the stairs and was going back to my room, I looking into my dad’s room, the door half open.The lights were off but the curtains were drawn and there was just enough starlight streaming in for me to take in the scene. Dad was sprawled on the bed, seemingly passed out, legs hanging out from under the sheets. His head seemed to be off his pillow and askew. His shirt and pants were by the door carelessly thrown in a heap. I stood my his door, breathing slowly. My first thought was to check if he was ok. The second? I wanted to lift the sheet and see what was underneath. I was beginng to sweat slightly and the anticipation was stirring my dick again. The room smelt pungent with sweat, alcohol and jizz. I stepped in. —————————————————– If you like what you have read so far let me know at ail . I will publish the next part soon as I can and explore Matt’s sexuality with his Dad.

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