Brandon came home early to an empty, quiet house. There wasn't any of the usual noise so he simply assumed everyone was out. Work was pretty hectic today too and he was beat. He's been working overtime the past few weeks per his wife's suggestion. Lily asked him every day to earn a bit more money by working extra hours. He was exhausted and he missed her, but he couldn't say no. Brandon didn't even know why she was so eager about it; they weren't rich, but they were hardly financially unstable either.
Maybe she wanted to go on an expensive trip somewhere for their upcoming anniversary, he thought. Frankly, it never occurred to him that his wife's been making him leave so she can get royally fucked in every single part of their house. Their anniversary didn't even cross her addicted mind.
He was also equally unaware that the love of his life's happy memories of him were being completely rewritten with rough, nasty, depraved sex with his son's hung bully on a game cafe nearby.
He headed straight to his bedroom, his eyes already threatening to shut tight. Whenever they're home, the house was rowdy with the sound of video games. Sure, he missed that kind of youthful atmosphere. James wasn't as lively as he used to be and Alyssa hasn't been at home for the longest time, but it gets tiring sometimes--especially when you're working overtime at his age. Maybe it was a good thing they weren't here right now, Brandon thought. He could catch up on some sleep this way.
He expected to see a clean and neatly-made bed, a courtesy unfailingly brought to him by his beautiful, thoughtful wife since 26 years ago--when they bought this beautiful house.
When he opened the door, however, he was shocked to see his son--James on the bed, lapping up his tongue on a pillow. With his shorts completely off, he was pumping his penis with some sort of foamy, creamy substance Brandon could only assume was the boy's own cum. He looked like he just finished. Spurts of semen laid uselessly on his stomach before he used it as lube to continue masturbating. His son was masturbating in his room.
The TV was on too, but Brandon didn't see what was playing--he was pretty stunned. Only sounds of wet fucking and eager grunts reached his ears. It was probably a porno because women in real life don't scream like that.
Not in his experience, either with Lily or his past flings.
He heard his son moan and scream into the pillow as his dick spurted more rivulets of cum in his tightly-clenched, hand. When he finally came down from his euphoric high, James reluctantly removed the pillow from his face.
That's when he saw his father standing by the door and froze. James' face turned deadly pale as they locked gazes. Brandon was similarly speechless. He had no idea what to say or even feel. It was his room. Him and his wife's. He caught his son jacking off on their room while weirdly making out with a pillow. What are you even supposed to say to that? Was he supposed to angry because it was their room? Then again, he remembered what it was like being that young. Still, he should know better, right?
Brandon's mind was a mess. Still, he didn't show it on his face. He let out a cough and said simply, "Clean up. Meet me outside in 5 minutes."
Brandon then closed the door.
He breathed deeply. He felt like he handled that situation well, considering his inexperience with the whole thing. James was, after all, his only son. Sure, he and Lily tried to get pregnant years after James, but his wife wasn't the most sexually active woman even then. She's only gotten wilder recently--about two years ago, if he remembered correctly. She'd come home sometimes, begging to be fucked right into the door as he enters her in one thrust--something he never could do before. It was wetter and slimier than he remembered too, not that he was complaining.
Sometimes, she even discharges this kind of liquid that's extremely similar to....a man's cum. It shocked him the first time it happened. Brandon even suspected her with infidelity, but she told him that was normal for her when she gets her motor running so he didn't really pursue it any further. What kind of lunatic would sleep with her husband after letting another guy cum inside her anyway? His wife wasn't like that; he knew her. Brandon trusted Lily with all his heart.
Plus, the discharge didn't even feel bad. In fact, he looked forward to it over time. If he was being honest, it made sex feel way better....damn it, he got a boner. He realized he and Lily hadn't done it in a while. Ever since Alyssa moved back in, they couldn't really get some alone time. Brandon shook his head; he went off on a tangent.
In any case, he needed to have a talk with James about this. He recalled the sounds he heard from the room. The DVD player was up and running--his innocent son actually has CDs of porn just lying around the house. That was weird, right? Who even bought disks nowadays? The internet can play a shit ton of porn in an instant, why did he have to buy a CD? No, the real question was why exactly in their room? Was it just for the DVD player? He couldn't have found the disk from there, right? It certainly didn't belong to Brandon, that's for sure. He's never watched a single porno since marrying Lily. He and his wife (mostly his wife) believed it constituted as a form of cheating and infidelity to even imagine another person.
As for the possibility that it was his wife's, he found that even more absurd. His wife doesn't watch porn, Lily specifically stated that even when they were still dating. She found it disrespectful how most of it was centered on male pleasure--the money shot, in other words. She found it essentially degrading for women. And over the years, he started to agree.
That said, the voices of the moaning women in the video his son was getting off to sounded extremely familiar. He laughed at the thought; is it possible his son masturbated to the exact same videos he himself obsessively watched when he was younger?
If so, then the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree, huh?
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"Hey, kiddo. Sit down."
James obeyed, now fully dressed and clean. His state of mind though? Not so much. He didn't know how much his dad saw. Did he see his wife and daughter happily gobbling on a big dick, looking like the fucking opposites of their respectable, feminist selves? Did he see them deepthroat the shit out of his young, hung bully while moaning; as if sucking his dick was actual sex and they were feeling it right from their mouth and into their dripping pussies? James felt on edge. What was his father going to say?
"Look. I know you're young and constantly horny. I've been there, but doing it on your parents' room? That wasn't cool, kiddo."
James heaved a sigh of relief. Brandon saw nothing. He didn't see.
The son didn't hear anything his father said after that. His mind helplessly started wandering over to the contents of this CD he was holding in his hand again.
He took a deep breath. James accepted it now. Nothing turned him on more than seeing his respectable loved ones be broken down by the only man he hated in his entire life. Alex was right; he was a bonafide cuck. Maybe that really was all he could ever be. James' heart ached. It hurts so fucking much. It hurt so much emotionally, but his dick never felt harder than it did watching his mom and his role-model sister sucking and rimming his bully. His orgasms were fucking undeniable.
Maybe he really was broken inside, James thought. He looked at his dad. Brandon kept talking, thinking the pep-talk would shape the kind of man James would be.
But his son knew better. He was struggling to accept it until now, but there was essentially no other choice but to do so. His son knew what kind of man he wanted to be--the kind of "man" he already was.
