Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
It's been a while since I had a nice moment with my dad. Actually, the last two times we were in the same room for longer than 2 minutes, he fucked me like a bull. After that, it got complicated. When I storm into the kitchen to get some coffee before I leave for my classes, he finds an excuse to go upstairs as quickly as possible. When he comes back home from work and I'm at home, I drive off to see a friend.
Of course it would be awkward. My dad and I filmed us fucking to get money from his ex boss for a vintage Porsche. After that we got popular and had a very Kubrickesque night having sex in front of a crowd. Oh, and I should add I indeed let the spectators cum on my face after my father came inside my ass.
So yes, things are tense in this household.
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"Your mother is leaving tomorrow to visit aunt Betsy."
My dad is standing in the door frame of my room. The light behind him makes his grey hair light up and obscures his face. His big frame is intimidating and I don't know what to say.
"I think we should have dinner together. I will make something."
Before I can say something he leaves again. What the fuck does he want from me? We barely talk even though I couldn't sit normally for weeks after his plowing and now he wants to have a nice dinner?
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After class I dread going home. I take my time to say bye to my fellow students and take the busy route home, hoping to end up in a traffic jam. No such luck and this Porsche is so damn fast.
When I enter the kitchen, my dad just puts the plates on the table. It's my favorite: pasta carbonara. A recipe my grandmother used to make and that dad experimented with for years to make vegetarian when I stopped eating meat. You really don't miss the crispy pork now anymore.
"Hey Ben, glad you are here."
I sit down and he immediately starts talking.
"I know things have been weird between us. We did things that aren't supposed to happen between a father and a son and there isn't really anything that prepares you for the aftermath. I do want you to know that I do really love you and I am very proud of you. From what I can tell you're doing great at university and I don't understand TikTok, but your videos clearly are very popular."
Embarrassed, I stuff my mouth with pasta. Gooey and creamy. Lovely.
"I really am, Ben. And that's why I decided that you should keep the money John gave you. All of it."
I swallow. I hoped we could endlessly postpone talking about the money. For our one time only show, my dad's ex-boss (and our biggest fan) transferred 100.000 dollars to my account to keep it a secret from my mother. I have been too afraid to touch it. I start protesting.
"No, Ben. Really. It's yours. You know, It's not comfortable to say this, but I don't care about the money anymore. Something happened that last time we.. eh.. you know. It's been years that I was able to do it like that. Your mother doesn't like it like that, and..."
"Oh my god, dad. Don't tell me that."
"Ben, you swallowed my load and I saw it spill out of your ass. This really is too icky for you?"
My dad. English teacher during the day, poet by night.