(small note: story involves sex acts between male members of a family. Read at your own discretion, thanks and enjoy.)
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"Come on, son!" Ronald cried. "Hurry it the fuck up!"
Owen really wanted to reach his arm out and smack his Dad hard upside his damn head. The man very much deserved to be in this uncalled for crisis, every little bit of it too. He had taken especial care to walk over to his father's table to repeatedly remind him on quite a few occasions, around the close of his cousin's wedding reception that he ought to go visit the men's room.
But Ronald just dismissed him with a frustrated hard wave of his fucking hand right at his face, as if he was some annoying gnat. There was also an crazy instance where Mom tapped him on the shoulder to advise him to do likewise, that he made such a hard-ass jerk of his shoulder at her with a noticeable grunt that several people turned to make a horrified gasp. He was being too swept up by the whole boisterousness of the night's celebration to give a flying fuck about anything really.
All his near misses and accidents both at home and at his job all just completely took a backseat to his mingling with these two unfamiliar couples to either side of him. He was practically shooting the breeze with them all through the whole event. What they were actually chatting about was anyone's guess.
Even when the two couples excused themselves to go to the restrooms, Dad himself would just sit there with arms crossed and with a smug smile on his damn face. He acted as if he was some almighty, fancy-pants deity with an unbothered iron bladder.
To make matters worse, he had drank glass upon glass of the fancy Baileys Cream liqueur of which three bottles were provided everybody by the generous married couple upon the tables.
Owen can understand that the man indeed worked hard at his job, and this was an opportunity for him to just let loose and unwind himself. Especially, since it has been ages where they as a whole family were last invited to something this somewhat grand. But his Dad's behavior tonight was just unbecoming. It was a side of him that both he and Mom had never witnessed before. It was both shocking and simply unacceptable.
Owen now was mad with rage at his overbearing Dad, as he hurriedly swiped his finger this way and that about on his phone's screen to search for the nearest rest stop or gas station so the man can pee happily away.
But as bad luck would have it, his battery died on him in mere moments. The screen dimmed away and the phone powered itself off. As with previous such instances, him holding down the power button and volume-down button simultaneously for about 10 seconds did the trick. But this time it failed to reboot.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches his Dad suddenly take his hand off the steering wheel to reach for his crotch. His father was nudging his wiener about this way and that through his pants.
Owen can't help but laugh out loud a bit. "And, umm....like WHAT GOOD does THAT do you to toss THAT thing around now?"
"Shut Up-----It helps, alright?!" Ronald hammered. "You wouldn't know unless you got a....umm, big LOG like me, Boy!"
Owen cracked up like immediately. He loved it! The silly and fun Dad he knew was back! WOO-HOO! The other uptight and uncool Dad from earlier tonight stayed and died at the party.
Suddenly, the car took a scary swerve to the left. It then took a even scarier swerve to the right as Dad shot his arm back up to grab the wheel. Multiple urgent blares of horns came from horrified cars to either side of them.
Both of them could only blankly look into each other's eyes, while trying to let the nearly fatal episode sink into their frightened heads.
Ronald finally regains control of their car and both let out a collective sigh of relief.
Owen turned back to look over his shoulders at his unperturbed mother, who is sleeping serenely away curled in the backseat with her back to them in her light turquoise two-piece office casual outfit.
It was a good thing too! Otherwise Mom would definitely be scared out of her damn wits, that's for sure!
It was then Owen felt a hurried, frantic couple of jabs from Dad's elbow to his arm.
"Hey, Boy----now you listen good, you hear me?!" Ronald whispered urgently.
"Yeah, Dad." Owen replied, turning around to see his father motioning his head downwards towards his own door.
"I need you to reach across very, very slowly underneath my arms and take out that soda cup!"
Owen looked at his Dad with a puzzled look.
Ronald rolled his eyes at him in a bit of annoyance. "Come on, buddy....will you just go get it ALREADY?!"
Having retrieved the cup from the door pocket, Owen held it and sat there with his body shaking. He had finally come to realize what just his father had in mind.
He threw the cup onto the floor. The thought of the skanky deed ahead itself was simply too shameful and lewd to bear.
He shook his head vigorously, refusing to partake in such an execrable and repugnant act.
"No freaking way!" he finally shouted. "I.....I tried my very best all evening trying to get you out of that fucking chair to go take a whiz."
"But you just wouldn't listen, Mister!" he continued almost in tears. "And....and now you want me to....to, ehh, like hold your pee-pee while you do your little tinkle?"
Owen now broke down in tears. Sitting with his back to his father, he sobbed into his raised knees. "GODDAMMIT, DADDY----I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
Ronald accepted all of his son's angry rebuke in complete silence. He was too clearly in the wrong to say shit!
Owen suddenly felt a noticeable deceleration of the car. He made a couple wipes of his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked back in horror to see his father making repeated back-and-forth glances up at the rear-view mirror and then to the right side. The poor man was desperately looking for an opportunity to get their car out of the center lane and move it towards the shoulder of the road so that he can do his business!
"QUIT IT OUT, YOU DUMB FUCK!" he hollered. "YOU'LL GET US ALL KILLED?!".
Ronald kept bowing his head apologetically, as he quietly restored speed back and focused his eyes again on the road ahead.
Owen forced himself to bend down and reach into the foot-well and try to pick up the cup that was rolling about on the floor between his feet.
"Please hurry up, kiddo.....come on, I need to go NOW!"
He at once snatches up the cup, then scoots himself over across the bench seat to get next to his overwrought and panicky father. He then supports his head upon his father's shoulder, so he can look down through the gap between his driving arms to better see things as he aided him.
