A couple of months after my graduation things happening with my dad were little dry so to speak. As much as I was trying to seduce him he wouldn't do anything with me. When I was visiting he was very casual not even a kiss or a touch to show me that he wanted more. Sometimes it was upsetting but other times I was brushing it off thinking that it's his loss.
But one day a text changed this dry spell. He texted me a couple of days before to let me know that my mum would be going to see my grandma who was ill, therefore he would be on his own and he wanted to see me. Obviously I called my mum to convey my sadness for my grandma's illness but I couldn't contain my inner happiness.
My heart flattered and I must have let out a scream because my flatmate asked me if everything was alright. After I replied to her that I was ok, I texted him back with an "Of course. No problem".
I was trying to be cool but I couldn't. I don't think I slept for the rest of the night until I saw him again. That day I had a shower making sure as always that I'm nice and clean and then I found myself smiling as I was walking down the road towards our house
I unlocked the door and he was waiting for me in the corridor... He grabbed my chin as he always did and brought his face near to mine.
"Welcome home handsome boy" he said and he kissed me.
"Hey daddy" I replied all coy.
He immediately pushed me against the wall and his kiss became deeper with tongue action. His hands wondered inside my T-shirt and started rubbing my chest.
"I love your hairy chest Ian", he said while he lifted my shirt and looked at it but when I went to touch him he grabbed my arms and stopped me.
'I have a surprise for you' he said and he took my hand. We entered the low lit room; my father had switched on 2 floor lamps radiating a warm and soft light around the room. While I was holding my dad's hand I realised there was a woman sitting on the sofa.
She had a slender figure, blonde hair in a ponytail wearing a black cocktail dress with no bra with a deep décolleté.
'What the fuck? Who's this?' I asked.
'That's Samantha. Daddy's friend and she's here to help us'
'Help us with what?' I replied immensely annoyed at the intrusion of this woman in a moment when I wanted to be alone with him.
'Sit down son,' he commanded with a serious tone in his voice.
'I said sit down,' he repeated.
I sat on the armchair across the sofa looking at both of them. I must have been frowning because my forehead hurt.
He sat opposite of me next to Sam with his legs open. He was wearing a pair of white washed jeans and a black t shirt but I could see his bulge growing.
'You know when I asked you if you ever fucked a pussy?' he asked while he was drinking his favourite drink, whiskey. His legs were open towards me, looking me seductively and rubbing his crotch. I swallowed hard and I nodded. He took a cigarette out of his packet and lit it.
'Well the time has come and my friend here will help us' blowing out the smoke.
'No dad, I came here thinking...'
'Thinking of what? That I'm gonna fuck you?' he said with a tone of arrogance in his voice.
'Dad' I exclaimed!
'What? Sam knows everything I do' he explained looking at her. His hand was now on her thigh going higher, deeper between her legs, pulling her dress up.
'Your father and I go back a long way' she finally spoke as she placed her hand behind my father's head rubbing his neck.
My stomach was in knots but I was feeling aroused.
'As a good dad I should have taught you how to fuck a woman and about sex in general when you were younger but hey better late than never right son?'
Words couldn't come out of my dry mouth. On one hand he was holding his cig and with the other hand had already uncovered Rita's breasts and he was playing with her nipples which were hard like pebbles.
For a moment I felt betrayal; betrayal for my mother. How could he do that to her? But then I came back to reality. I had sex with him. We were doing something that no one else could understand.
His bulge was growing bigger when he reached for her dark red areola and started sucking it. She immediately tilted her head back and her fingers went through his hair and pulled it back.
'Oh Nicolas' she exhaled. 'I can tell you what Ian, your dad is one of the best fuckers I had' she said with half opened eyes looking at me.
I still couldn't speak as I felt my cock growing inside my jeans.
My dad dropped himself on his knees in front of her and dragged her towards him. He opened her legs and looked at me.
'This, my son is one of the sweetest pussies you'll ever taste.'
I pointed at myself without speaking as I tried to mutter a question of who are you speaking to? Me?
And he said 'yes you.'
'But dad I'm gay'.
'There's nothing wrong with trying stuff. Right? We can try together, you might like it.'
He put out his cig and kneeled down again in front of her. His fingers were playing with her underwear.
'Oh Sam you're already wet.'
'Mmm Nicolas you know you turn me on.'
