My dad and I just came home from a run around the neighborhood. Mom wasn't home. The house was empty. Throughout our run we had talked about life in general. Anything and Everything. We even brushed on the subject of masturbation. I told him I was an addict and we both laughed. He asked me what I fantasize about and I said it depended how horny I was.
He asked me what was the kinkiest thing I've ever fantasized about. I mentioned a neighbor that lived next door to us. They were a nice looking older couple two doors down. About the same age as my parents. He didn't think it was that big of a deal. It wasn't kinky at all. He told me he thought Karen was hot too. After a while I finally came up with the courage to tell him. "I don't fantasize about Karen".... "Her husband, Bill." We were both quiet for a while.
My dad was a handsome man at forty six. I was twenty five. He wasn't the type to get angry. I was just wondering if maybe he was ashamed of me. Then he finally asked me... Almost like he was trying to come up with the courage. "What did you think about?" I just told him it was a random thought of Bill and I in the shower together. He laughed and said... "Man or woman -- shower scenes are always hot." I laughed it off and that was the end of that.
When we got home I went up stairs. Dad went into the kitchen for a drink. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. The warm water felt great washing over my body. Steam started to fill the room. I leaned back against the tile and closed my eyes. Keep in mind, this was a fairly large bathroom and good sized shower.
