Disclaimer: please note the follow story, people and scenarios are fictional. All characters are also over 18 years old. This is just meant for fun.
PART 2: The leaky faucet
It's been a week since my "accidental" shower with dad and he was surprisingly quiet and distant. Not the mood I expected from him, he actually looked sad.
I walked into the dining room where he was working on his laptop.
"Dad, are you ok? You seem down the past few days. Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"Hi Mike, not sure what is going on, maybe it's just work stress. I'm under a lot of pressure lately, but don't worry about me, I'm sure it will pass soon."
"I have seen you worried and under pressure before, this looks different. If you need to talk, I'm here for you."
"Thanks son, like I said I'm fine, but thanks for the offer."
I walked back to my room to play Xbox and kill some hours.
****
It was a Thursday afternoon and I had written my test at college earlier the day and now I had no other plans.
Just as my console began to boot up, it dawned on me that I haven't checked his profile on that incest forum for a few days.
I unlocked my phone and headed to my favorites tab. I had earlier saved the link to his profile under "Game News & Updates" for easier access later.
JackJack69 still only had the one post asking the community for suggestions about his situation, which by now had almost 8 pages worth of comments.
It also indicated that he had last been online 34 minutes ago, so he was clearly keeping up with what was said.
I clicked on the thread link and scrolled down to the replies section to start reading.
Very quickly it became obvious why he had been down the past few days.
It was just page after page of filth from trolls. No one actually gave advice or even remotely tried to be helpful or understanding.
It was just reply after reply of "just fuck him already", "don't be a pussy and take what you want", "breed the bitch" or "let me have him and I'll give him a good time".
You know, that kind of stuff.
I felt bad, he opened his heart seeking advice and this was the only response he got.
When I read the final reply, I clicked on the reply button myself and started typing as Cali_Dreamz1967, the profile I created on the first day of my discovery.
"Don't listen to these trolls, there is nothing wrong with having these feelings. It's natural and I know how you feel. I've been there myself and I hope you get what you are looking for."
I clicked reply.
I put my phone down and got back to my game.
****
About 2 hours later my phone beeped.
It was a private message from JackJack69.
"Oh shit", I thought, "what's going on now? Why is he contacting me?"
I put the controller down and picked up my phone.
Sure, my account was anonymous just like everybody else's, but my heart was still racing.
"Hey Cali_Dreamz1967, I read your reply to my post. Thank you for the kind words and trying to understand my situation. You have no idea how much your message meant to me today!"
Just as I thought, this was the real reason he was so down.
"I bet you most of the people on here have never had real incest sex before. Just a bunch of perverts and trolls." I replied.
"I've been where you are now years ago, it does get easier. Luckily for me my feelings were reciprocated." I added.
His response came quickly.
"You mean you actually did it? For real? You had sex with your son?"
"Yes, we slept together many times. I would not call it sex, we made love. We loved one another deeply and had a physical and mental connection. It took some time though, probably a year to reach that point. That is not a line you can easily cross and when you do, you can never go back to how things were. Whatever the outcome might be." I lied in return.
"I'm so glad you have that kind of relationship with him. That is exactly what I want with my son as well. But I'm scared of losing him if I make my feelings known and he reacts negatively."
"I had. I had a son." The lies started to pour out of me like water.
"Unfortunately it was not meant to be for us. I lost him 2 years ago in a senseless drunk driving accident. I'm still not over it and probably never will be. Not only did I lose my son, but the love of my life as well."
I don't know where all these lies were coming from or why I even said all these things.
"My heart breaks for you, that is terrible to hear!" he replied.
"I apologize, I didn't know he had passed. I would not know what I would do without my son. That is why I'm so scared of acting on my feelings."
"But some of the best things in life can only be gained if you go after it. And sometimes you actually get what you wish for." I tried to encourage him.
You won't scare me away dad. I wanted this just as badly as you, maybe even more.
"Thanks for the chat Cali_Dreamz1967, your words mean so much to me today. I deleted my post and all the comments. I'm done with these trolls."
He was busy ending the conversation.
"Would you mind if we chat sometime in the future? About, you know, crossing that line? I have never done this kind of thing and maybe you can guide me a little? I'll understand if you don't want to." he asked nervously.
"Sure thing JackJack69. If I can help you in any small way, I will :)"
This was perfect, I would be able to find out what he was planning and use that to my advantage.
Suddenly I had a big grin on my face, smiling from ear to ear.
He clearly wanted to take things further to test the waters between us and I would have a backstage pass to the show.
One thing that was important to me though, was to take things slow.
I wanted to tease him.
I wanted to give him just enough to drive him wild, make him frustrated, see just how horny I could make him until he can no longer contain himself.
All this without actually "crossing that line". Yet.
Sometimes the journey could be just as fun as the destination.
Within just a few days, I had gone from being a straight 19 year old man to actively planning the seduction of my 48 year old father.
Or more accurately, helping him to seduce me.
Just thinking about it made the dormant beast in my shorts come alive.
****
An hour later my dad called me into the kitchen.
"Dinner is ready, I ordered us some tacos".
We sat down at the dining room table where he had worked earlier while looking so sad.
His whole demeanor seemed to have changed from what I saw earlier the day.
"Well, you seem cheerful dad." I said between bites.
"You know what son, I feel better. I actually feel much better. I let others get to me. Fuck 'em!" he laughed.
"That's the spirit, glad you feel better. Remember what I said earlier, if you need to talk I'm here for you."
"Thank you Mike, maybe one day. Some things I just need to figure out on my own."
I changed the topic and we spend the rest of the meal talking about basketball.
We both loved the game but neither of us played good enough to really be competitive with anyone, except ourselves.
We shot some hoops in the backyard from time to time, but most of the time it was just me with him looking on.
That's how all of this kind of started, me shooting hoops, according to his post on that forum.
I loved wearing these grey loose-fitting basketball shorts around the house. It kept me cool and I enjoyed the feeling of the silky soft fabric on my skin.
You could always see the bulge in my shorts and sometimes even the outline of my cock's crown pressing against the soft fabric.
