The main character is a consenting 21 year old.
For a long time now, I have been sexually attracted to my father, it started at the age of 18 when I had an aversion to showering I.e. baths or nothing, this resulted in my father effectively dragging me into the shower while on holiday and for reasons beyond me, perhaps he was caught up in the moment, we were both completely naked, so, while my mother sat on a laptop browsing the net, her husband was in the shower, WITH HIS COCK OUT, soaping up and washing her and his son, me, since that day, the thought of my father dragging me into the shower, stripping me naked and washing my naked body while I stared idly at his wet and soapy penis has carried me through more fantasies than I could explain, I don't think im gay, but I am hungry for my father.
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I stared out of the window of my father's car into the night, we were returning from our weekly dinner, per my mom and dads post divorce agreement and both of us had had far too much to drink, so we should not have been driving, but, the area was quiet around this time of night so we should have been lucky.
'The worst part is the lack of sex' my father complained.
'What do you mean?' I asked curiously.
'I mean, I haven't had any in months, what would you do?'
I thought back to that shower as a boy, how I wished he had taken advantage of me, get me to wank him or suck him, hell, he could have bent me over and fucked me raw, god what a life, I replayed the fantasies repeatedly in my head, him sneaking into my bed at night and us fooling around, me sneaking under his covers and playing with his dick, near constant anal sex, until the culmination, mother walking in and finding us together, his dick pumping in and out of my tight ass, she goes mad and gets institutionalised, while we fly off into the sunset together, not as father and son, but lovers.
But alas, those thoughts remain fantasy, as we drove through the night i checked my father out, for a man in his fifties he was in pretty good shape, he didn't have a six pack sure but if he was on a beach he could take his shirt off and not look ridiculous.
'So what would you do?'
'Come again?' I asked him, snapping out of my stupor.
'What I said was, what do you think I should do? Do I confront her or not?' He asked sharply.
'You could get a bit on the side, someone to take care of that for you while you focus on your girlfriend' I suggested, not entirely sure of where my brain was taking me.
