I really didn’t know what to do. I was on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I passed my dad’s room. I thought I heard something, so naturally I turned my head to look towards his door. It was late and I thought maybe he was watching TV. But when I looked, it was clear that what I was hearing was something else.
I know my dad has sex and he’s not in the habit of letting me know when it’s happening. He’s not shy about his body or his personal life, but that’s always been a little opaque. I never knew when he was having sex, but sometimes I saw guys leaving early in the morning.
Here, I could see everything very clearly. My dad was sitting on the bed, legs spread apart with a younger guy between them. The guy was sucking his dick. And I could see everything.
My instinct was to turn around and leave quickly, pretend I hadn’t seen it and carry on as if nothing had happened. But I was stuck. I couldn’t move. Something about seeing this intimate, private moment was so…beautiful. I’d never seen my dad hard before, let alone this kind of pleasure.
His furry chest rose with each deep breath, and his moans were unlike any sound I’d ever heard him make. It was revealing… I got a look at a side of my father I never thought I’d see. But just as I thought he’d gotten enough of a look, his eyes flicked to me.
I freeze. I didn’t breathe. My face turned red and I could feel the burning sensation of shame in my ears. I waited for the moment he spoke, called my name in shock, and I ruined his moment.
But instead, he just seemed to go on. He looked me in the eyes, almost passively seeing what my reaction would be. His blowjob didn’t skip a beat while we were focused on each other. The guy sucking his dick had no idea I was there, and I wasn’t going to alert him to my attention. And as it turned out, neither did my father.
Suddenly, it was like I was a part of it. Even though I was silent and still on the other side of the room, barely at the door peeking out of the dark hallway, it was like I was part of my father’s sexual encounter. To my surprise, I found myself carefully studying the way the younger guy was sucking his cock.
I watched with strange fascination as my father’s cock rose high from his thick pubes and disappeared into the guy’s mouth. I watched as my dad’s balls tensed and seemed to rise as if they were bouncing in place. And from where I stood, I could see the look on my dad’s face whenever the guy’s head moved up and down, sending him into intense pleasure.
I couldn’t help but pull out my own cock and start stroking. It was hot. Hotter than I ever imagined. Seeing my father like this… so sexual… so powerful… being adored… made me wish it could be me…
My father continued to place his guest in different positions. Eating your ass and playing with your body, all the while keeping a watchful eye on me, seeing how I would respond. The guy he was about to fuck turned to me, but he was so captivated by my dad’s tongue that he couldn’t help but roll his eyes to his head. He didn’t even know I was there.
He looked about my age! It couldn’t have been more than a different year. He was smooth and young, making the scene even more intriguing. Who was he? And where was his father? And did his father know he was here? … The way my father knew.
Then I saw my dad put a drop of saliva on his cock and line it up with his ass. He took a hit before diving in to catch my gaze. It felt like an eternity since I took a breath, but I found myself gasping in delighted anticipation when he finally slid inside her ass.
The way my dad’s furry body arched as he fucked… I couldn’t help but think of all the people he’d fucked before. And even to me, about how I came to be from such an act. Skin to skin, intense breathing, passionate, deliberate movements, all while getting closer and closer to climax.
I felt awkward as I pulled my cock, coming closer to coming from watching my dad fuck. I knew it was wrong, but he kept looking at me, watching me watching him, knowing that what he was doing was turning me on as much as it was turning him on. I wondered if he would have enjoyed the sex he was having if I had moved on and never been caught or if he was getting a special thrill from watching his son see him procreate.
When it was time for him to come, he took the boy away from me. It now seemed that the young man was an afterthought, a mere prop in her sexual fantasy. As he fucked him and got closer to coming, he kept looking at me. Sweat caught on my forehead and as I caressed myself, it felt like he was really sick.
and fucking. Every push and thrust he gave the young man seemed aimed at me…for my benefit…to arouse me.
