// This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.
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"But their eyes were weird! How come they were normal people?"
"Normal humans could have misleading signs, that's why you're better off checking everything if you can."
My Dad and I were sitting on my bed with him between his legs and my arms around him. I had adjusted my desk to face the bed so we'd have a nice setup. The bed was still too small to fit us both comfortably, but sitting huddled up together like this made it possible. We were playing a demo for a new game, 'No, I'm Not a Human'. It centers on the player sheltering away in his house during a solar apocalypse, and having to choose between letting people in or keeping them out in fear of them being 'visitors' - creatures that started appearing from underground during the apocalypse. It had a great aesthetic with the unique visual and pretty off-putting mood, so I thought it might be a fun experience to play it with Dad. Honestly, I thought too much about what to play with him. Big titles like Pokémon, Counter-Strike, or Tekken were just gonna bore him since he didn't have much interest in those. In the end, I settled on the nice story-heavy movie-like demo, and it was the right choice. Dad found himself engrossed in the story and taking control of the game's decision-making quickly, much to my enjoyment.
It had been 2 weeks since we had our cozy bonfire. The experience was still quite fresh in my mind. Looking back on it, it was like an unofficial first date. I was glad we were able to do it, seeing as the week that followed wouldn't give us much of a chance to hang out. Mom was over the moon about us bonding and becoming friends, but she was still in the dark about our true relationship, and neither of us wanted her to find out. But now that the door to our relationship was wide open, everything was coming out in torrents. One thing I discovered about Dad this week is that he had quite the pent-up sexual energy. I wasn't sure if it was because he was finally expressing his own libido in our relationship or because of all this time being blue-balled by life, but his sex drive started splashing left and right.
It was quite evidently the honeymoon phase, with us fucking like rabbits every chance we got. Mom had work most days till around 2 or 3 p.m., which gave us enough time to rock the bed as much as we wanted. We opted for using my bed despite its smaller size since we didn't wanna leave any accidental traces of our affair around the house, and while I didn't say anything, I was still a bit icked by doing it in my parents' room. You'd think I'm being hypocritical since I'm literally sleeping with my Dad, but the fact that they had had their picture on the bedside table and their stuff scattered across the room, I was reminded of the dirty nature of our relationship. We were protected by our own little bubble that threatened to pop at any time when faced with the real world, but we ignored it in favor of our passion. It's like when you're watching a movie, and at one point, you know it'll end, and you'll have to come down from that high note, but you can't tear your eyes away. Yeah, the apprehension for what we were doing was always on mind, and probably on Dad's as well.
That said, all that guilt didn't stop me one bit from taking Dad's dick deep within my ass. For 19-year-old me, who had close to 0 romantic or sexual experience in my life, getting a taste of Dad's love unleashed my appetite in ways I didn't know were possible. For starters, I found myself constantly holding myself back from begging Dad to fuck me like a whiny bitch, which I imagine he could find hot, but I wasn't that down bad... yet. It was the thrill of something new, something scary and exciting, like the first time you jerk off. The exhilaration and euphoria of your first times cumming can never be recaptured. So, I indulged. I allowed myself to get more slutty with Dad, to satisfy my cravings and to allow him to let loose as well.
Screaming louder in bed, biting his shoulder as he sank into me in missionary, licking and slurping and nursing at his dick while locking eyes together, swirling his cum in my mouth before swallowing. All the porn fantasies a horny young mind had were coming true. I was making them true. And with the man I love no less. If it weren't for Dad being who he is, I don't think I would've come as much as I did. His head-on love definitely gave me the courage to go for it, and I was eternally grateful for that.
That was the view on my side. For Dad, I was pretty sure he was getting just as comfortable in the relationship. I think my first indication was when I was riding him on my bed, and he slapped my ass pretty hard. It's funny to think about, but it was probably the first aggressive gesture he ever made to me. Needless to say, I loved it. Feeling the hot sting on my cheek, I yelled out loud before smiling at Dad. He was always afraid to get rough with me, and this time was no exception. Despite the fact that he was the one who spanked me, his face held some anticipation and worry as he waited for my reaction. I moaned and told him to 'give to me harder', prompting him to smile and lay it down on my ass.
That fuck was so good, with Dad getting pretty into it, spanking and chastizing me. "Relax," he said as he pinned me doggy-style and slapped my ass to ease himself in. It felt so good, satisfying me paternally and sexually. By the end of it, my cheeks were red and tingling all over. I wanted to play it off so he wouldn't notice me wincing when I sat on it, but he did. His Dad side came out right away, saying he went too far, but I told him to stop it.
"If you wanna make it up to me," I said, toying with his feelings, "you can just keep doing what you're doing."
He liked that. Guiding me with his hands on my hips, he sat on the bed with his back to the headboard and my ass in his face as I turned onto my stomach with my legs spreading on either side of him. I relaxed into my position as his hands kneaded my ass cheeks. It honestly felt like getting a massage as his hands squeezed and jiggled my ass. It wasn't so big that I'd be proud of it or be able to bounce it or whatever, but Dad still had his fun with it, seemingly. His hands were so relaxing, I was almost tempted to close my eyes and nap after coming down from the highs of my orgasm earlier, until I felt his wet mouth. He started licking my ass all over and my drowsiness immediately turned to horniess, my dick stirring despite already having cum. Whatever nerves he was stimulating when he ran his tongue over my asshole and around my red ass, they were sending signals directly into my dick, making it strain between my body and the bed. Moaning heavily, I felt Dad give me rapid kisses and quick light bites as he cooled down my hurt ass cheeks with his mouth. It felt heavenly.
He must have enjoyed spanking me because he developed a habit of slapping my ass when he could. Whether I was coming out of the shower, or getting something from a lower drawer in the kitchen, or just passing him in the hall, I got used to jumping when feeling a surprise slap on my behind. He also got more vocal, calling me names like 'baby', 'slut', and 'sweetheart' in and out of bed, sometimes too close to Mom for my comfort. He joked about disguising it as him calling her those names if she ever noticed, to my annoyance. Those names, however, made my heart melt. They contained a type of love I couldn't get enough of, and every time I heard him call me 'sweetheart' affectionately in his that warm honest tone of his, I was ready to just drop and suck him off right then and there. There was just this instinctual drive between us, an overlap of our unique Dad and Son bond and our sexual and romantic relationship, that neither of us knew how to explain.
So yeah, in conclusion, sex was great. Secretive and a bit cramped, but mind-blowing and deeply satisfying. But sex wasn't all there is to it. No sir. Our relationship was built first and foremost on love. For every 'high' we reached as we fucked each other's brains out, there was a 'low' of quite peaceful bliss we settled into. There was, of course, the post orgasmic cool down when we would lay in each other's arms and talk about anything and everything, but those were simply the beginning. Soon, we started sharing our lives with each other.
We were afraid of hurting each other like before, so we took it one step at a time. Even though I was starting to open up to him, I was still an introvert at heart. I needed time in my room to recharge from time to time, and he, with our newfound understanding of each other, respected that. He even went further, actually asking if he could join me. I was hesitant at first, afraid he would disrupt the time I needed to relax, but he proved me wrong. If I wanted to spend some time on my computer, he would watch over me silently or sit on my bed and scroll through his Facebook or news feed.
For the first time in my life, I found someone whose presence didn't make me feel like I needed to put on a front or act out some social scenario, and it was nice. At one point, I started talking to him about my hobbies, from video games to shows and the like. He listened, and although half the time he didn't quite understand everything or care about it for that matter, he still listened. I found that very sweet of him.
On the other hand, I also indulged him and whatever project he proposed we do together. It started when he asked me to go around the neighborhood for a quick walk with him, 'quick walk' being tours around the neighborhood that ended up in long talks with whoever he passed. I agreed, but only on the condition that he release me if I ask him to.
We walked around the neighborhood that day and ended up running into almost everyone that we could possibly run into. Mrs. Gonzalez from next door was quite talkative about her life and kids and how she's so happy to see me and Dad walking together, especially me, who she assumed was always sick because I never showed my face outside. She was sweet and overbearing, but we went through her barrage and continued on. Next was Hunter, an old friend of Dad's who, funny enough, had a hunting hobby. He and Dad launched into this excited talk about hunting rifles and the latest updates and regulations regarding the nearby woods. I can't say I cared much about the conversation, simply chiming in here and there with whatever gun trivia I knew about, but seeing Dad talking about something he likes was cute as hell. "I could stick around for a bit more," I thought, ignoring the voice begging me to go home in my brain.
More and more people stopped us, or Dad stopped them sometimes, and although it was a slog to get through, I found myself enjoying watching Dad work his social magic. Would I be doing that anytime soon? Absolutely not. But I made a mental note about needing to work on my social life at least.
Other than that, I found myself enjoying other activities with my Dad more than I thought I would. We took long walks through the woods, which usually led to us kissing and making out like a pair of high schoolers behind the school. Most times, I ended up blowing him, and we even fucked on a soft spot of dirt once, but the other times were somehow more precious to me, being held by my Dad in the quite serenity, expressing the affection I couldn't at home. I also found myself doing other projects with him, like checking his car, or gardening in the backyard, or cooking together, even.
My absolute favorite thing, though, was the late-night drives. Every 2 days or so, we would get in the car and drive around, sometimes close and sometimes far. We would get takeout, then drive to a place with a decent view before parking and eating there. I loved the quite discreet atmosphere of the night, and Dad loved seeing me excited like that. Albeit short, they were still precious quality time between us, giving us some more room to develop our relationship before we had to go back to the house.
This brings us back to today, with me and Dad sitting naked on the bed, him in my arms with his back to me, after he had fucked me thoroughly in missionary, both of us cumming while our mouths where joined in a passionate kiss. When we unlatched and I laid back in bed, his hand reached down to scoop of his cum and give me a taste before having a taste himself. He did the same with my load, which he jerked out of me during our fucking.
