Replacing Mommy?

Please note that this contains scenes of incest. If not your bag, move on.

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I'm Scott, aged 20. I found myself back staying in the 'family' home, after a couple of failed years at university. I wasn't outgoing enough to fit in and didn't like studying enough to stay.

My return was to a home much changed from what I initially left. It now only contained my 45 year old dad, Peter. My mum, Lucy, had walked off with a guy she had met at a 'positive thinking ' lecture.

After just over 20 years of marriage, my dad was shattered and I was determined to help him pick up the pieces.

My dad and I had a decent relationship. Always supportive during my non-athletic school days. He even held and hugged me when I came out to him just three months previously. I was always a daddy's boy and maybe that was the reason it was easier for my mum to leave.

When I say I came out, it was words only. I had no action to back it up. I was still waiting for my first physical contact with a man, in a sexual way. It was just me, my left hand and my imagination that satisfied me but not a lot.

On my first night back, dad had drunk a few beers and retired to bed around eleven. I stayed up, aimlessly flicking through the channels, when I heard noises from dad's room. I wasn't sure if he was calling me, so I got up and went upstairs. On the way, I could hear my dad's voice clearly.

"Lucy, oh Lucy, Lucy, Lucy!" I heard my dad wail.

"Please Lucy. Don't go, I need you." he continued his heartbreaking plea.

I wasn't sure what to do but decided not to enter his room as he continued wailing. I descended the stairs unsure of my next move.

The next day, he was down later than usual and for a change I rustled up some breakfast.

"Cheers, son, it's much appreciated." He was still in his gown and his strong thighs bulged out. It would have taken a blind man not to notice he was wearing no underwear and I was kind of embarrassed to feel a stirring at the the sight of his cock. I quickly blocked any ideas in my mind.

I didn't bring up the subject of him talking in his sleep. I didn't have the heart, or even the words to use. We ate together, chatting freely. It didn't take long for him to ask about my sex life, or lack of.

"You got a boyfriend yet, son?" Dad asked, already looking like he knew the answer.

"Dad! You know i'm still without any experience and I'm hardly likely to bring a guy back here." I protested.

"Why not? You know I wouldn't complain. You're a good-looking lad. Get yourself some action."

I blushed at his words but knew he was right. I needed to find cock.

That night followed the same sequence as the night before, dad calling for Lucy. This time I couldn't leave it alone.

I entered his room, still decorated with my mum's touch. The bedside lamp was still on, illuminating the mess of clothes lying around the room but my eyes focused on my dad. He was lying, naked on the double bed, sporting a commendable stiffness. Maybe eight inches, it twitched at me, the head glistening with pre-cum. I gulped as I took the scene in.

Peter had a hairy body. I'd obviously seen him topless at the pool but this was the first hard cock I'd seen apart from my own and that was only six inches.

"Lucy babe, Lucy, touch me please." came the plea. I'll never quite know what made me do it but I sat on the bed and ran my fingers up his thigh.

"That's it Lucy, you know what I like."

I didn't but I guessed that he was leading me on.

I stroked his fuzzy bush and made the big step of grabbing his big hard cock. I started to slowly wank him, his hot shaft thrilling me.

"Oh Lucy babe, that's it."

The next step was the point of no return. i lowered my head onto his hard tool, my lips peeling back his cloak of foreskin.

Oh my, what a wondrous taste, as my tongue slowly licked his helmet. I loved the taste of his pre-cum. My tongue ran the length of his veiny member and I lapped at his sweaty balls.

I almost didn't notice when his next call out changed to "Oh Scott, suck me son."

My dad was fully aware it was me, not Lucy, that was worshipping his cock.

He lay his hand softly but forcefully on the top of my head, pushing me onto him. If only he knew that nothing was stopping me now. His cock was pushing further and I did gag a couple of times but I was determined to do this, for him and me.

I sucked at him as I fondled his balls and I could feel that he was getting close to release.

"Oh Scott, Scott, that's it son, don't stop."

I continued, fervently. My tongue searching for his cum slit, moaning myself now. That was it, dad started to spasm and shoot ropes of cum down my throat.

I savoured every drop and sucked the last remnants of cum from his softening member.

"At last." he said. "I wondered how many nights I would have to wait."

"You planned this?" I replied incredulously.

"I sure did, son. You needed to start somewhere."

I was shocked and couldn't answer. It was difficult to be angry when I'd just enjoyed myself so much.

"Oh and just to clear things up, Lucy left because she found me sucking off a neighbour of ours. You'd like him." he smiled.

Despite myself, I started to laugh. "You cunning old codger. How long have you been taking cock?" I asked.

"Must be ten years since I had my first. Although I haven't had that many." He was quick to point out..

I stood up, unsure what to do next.

"How about you undress son and get in here with me?"

For some reason I was nervous but I complied with his wishes.

"Mmmm that looks so suckable son." he complimented me.

I was only six inches but my dad lovingly caressed it. His hands were so gentle.

"Let me taste you son."

The next few minutes were a blur as my dad took my cock with passion and expertise. He knew what to do, he was experienced and I had felt nothing like it. Even in my dreams it hadn't felt as good, as his wet, warm mouth enclosed me and his tongue played naughty tricks on the surface. I was never going to last long and I warned dad I was about to cum. Alm he did was wrap his lips tighter around my shaft. I spurted out 3 decent ropes and dad took it all.

I lay in his arms, letting my heartbeat subside, his strong arms cradling me.

"I must introduce you to that neighbour of ours, he's only 22."

My ears pricked up at that news. Wouldn't it be funny to have a boyfriend that I'd shared my dad with?