Chapter 3 Acting With Perception

Note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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CHAPTER 3: ACTING WITH PERCEPTION

The rest of the evening was rather wholesome. I spent most of the afternoon continuing to apply for jobs online, of course with not much success yet.

After having an early dinner, I found myself to be rather exhausted and slumped on the couch as the sun began to set. The slumber was deep and dark. Exactly what you need in order to wake up feeling empowered again.

By the time I woke up, it was now dark and only the lamp across the living room was still on. No one was around, everyone must have gone to bed.

The first thing you always do after an evening nap is get some water. I headed into the kitchen to grab a cup. Those first two sips brought the most satisfying feeling after a dehydrating sleep.

As I gulped a third time, I heard a rustle come from upstairs. I looked in the direction it came but continued downing the water as that was my main priority. Then another thump.

What is going on upstairs I thought to myself. Like a mission in the night, quiet as can be I started to crawl towards the stairs as the thumps became louder. After reaching the top of the stairs I realized it had come from my parents' bedroom, their door still cracked open.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight became the focus that shined in the room like an iridescence that only the almighty could access. It was my father fucking my mother. I have never heard them fucking before but now this is somehow the second night in a row. It wasn't like Dad to leave something small like the door to be left unaccounted for.

My heart dropped and suddenly I turned towards my senses like I had just found the right radio channel after flipping through endless stations.

My Dad has my Mom's ankles in his hands as he thrusts his Dad cock on her back. I could only see his backside. My eyes met with his plump, rounded ass cheeks. The muscles bending the angle between his glutes and thighs shifted as he flexed with every pump. His back was tapered in the most beautiful calligraphy of the letter V. Even his triceps protruding from his full arms as he holds her legs apart.

My god my Dad was fucking my Mom in front of my eyes, but I couldn't look away. Instead, my dick seized control and made my hand reach for my growing, aching cock. I began to rub, wishing I was in her position or lining up behind him. What the fuck was going on?

I heard my Dad try to hold back his moans as what was probably his perfectly girthed cock got engulfed by the wet and warm. His head tilted back at the sky like he was in pure bliss. He deserved it.

As I kept rubbing my own cock, I felt the warm begin to build and knew I wouldn't last much longer. I sat there for several moments in the darkness and silence only hearing my heartbeat and the passionate moans. One louder exhale came from my Dad and he leaned down and began to thrust twice as hard. He was cumming inside her. The true territorial mark of a real man, leaving his seed inside what's his.

I immediately lost control and the warm cum started flowing as I put my other hand out in front to catch my wasted cum. I was not a real man who had a pussy to release inside of.

Before getting caught, I took one last look at how the moonlight lit the mountains of laterals on my Dad's beefy back before running into the bathroom to clean up. I then found myself in bed ready to crash as the post cum serotonin injected into my brain.

I woke up rather early once again since I had taken that nap last night. I took my time rising though enjoying my phone and the quietness of the summer morning. A few birds chirping outside, a great start to a day.

Once I got up, I immediately went to find Dad to ask him what he had planned for our day ahead. I was eager to learn more from my magnanimous mentor, unphased.

"You're father's not here, honey," Mom said after watching me walk around. It was surprisingly easy to move past what I had seen last night. "He went to the gym early this morning. It's his Sunday tradition. I'm surprised he didn't take you with him."

"Oh dang, alright I'll just text him," I pouted.

"Hey Dad, where are you?" I texted him.

"Hey, Son! Just got my morning workout in. I'll be back home in an hour or so. Take a morning walk and we can have an afternoon of mentoring," he quickly responded.

I smiled from behind my screen, dropped my phone on the counter, and went outside for a nice Sunday morning stroll.

I once again got halfway down the drive away and knew something was missing. I still had my shirt on. After that came off, I walked diligently ahead.

I ended up walking back to where my father made me jerk off in front of him. A part of me wanted to relive the moment, while he was absent.

I sat down right where he had been standing when he uttered the command. My face hit the sunlight that someone found its way through the trees and leaves above. It almost felt like a sign of warmth that everything was perfect. I quickly was able to tune into myself once again with no phone. I had no distractions, instead just my mind, body, and spirit. I could feel my dick begin to ache as the words now like the deepest rut in my brain, that baritone voice plowed over and over. Jerk off in front of me, son.

I headed back within 20 minutes so I wouldn't be too far behind Dad when he got home. Maybe he could cook me one of his protein omelets so I can keep building muscle like him.

When I got back home, I felt the joy of an active walk. The blood was flowing through my veins, the dopamine building in my brain. I was welcomed by the sight of my father standing in the kitchen, his tiny shirt tucked into his waistband, draped over the side of his thick thighs leaving his shoulders on full display. He was holding up a pan and had a carton of eggs on the counter.

"There's my boy," Dad exclaimed as my nerves panged in excitement. "I'm making us my protein omelet. 5 eggs, peppers, onions, and spinach. If you want to think like a man you must fuel yourself like one too."

It must have been his chest day. As he was talking with his hands, the bounciness of his Dad pecs was encapsulating. His veins that connected his arm to his chest were on full display. The full folds where his muscles would overflow onto his torso, like the most breathtaking waterfall.

"Dad this means so much that you're still so driven to give me the best," I explained.

"Anything for you, Bryce," he winked.

Sitting down to eat, Dad was still shirtless. I got to watch his pecs bounce more as he forked the mixture of eggs into his mouth. I'm not sure what was more satisfying, my eyes basking in his hairy man titties, or the protein in my empty, growling stomach. All in all, the omelet wasn't half bad. It was a little chewy but had some good flavor and felt rewarding to eat.

As Dad finished the plate, he shifted his focus to my plate before saying, "Alright, let me take a shower while you finish, then I want to introduce you to some life-changing books."

"Sounds pretty cool," I said contemplatively. I never found reading a passion of mine. But who knows, like many things lately I may not even know what I could come to enjoy.

After finishing my omelet, I sat with my fully, bloated stomach on the couch near Mom as she watched a reality show. I waited for Dad to shower patiently, wondering what kind of books could be of use in my life. I've seen those rich people advertisements that reading is a consistent path to wisdom, and Dad had a full library.

Mom, watching her show, while I was daydreaming asked, "Bryce, will you go ask your father what he wants for dinner."

Without a second thought, I answered, "Sure."

Walking up the stairs, I did not hear the water from the shower or any sign of life. When I walked into my parents' room, there was no one in there, I stepped into the bathroom hoping to find Dad, instead something else caught my eye. On the floor was his sweaty jockstrap. Just a shade off white where you can tell it's been worn in. It was like I had just struck land on the horizon after being on an indefinite journey at sea.

Doing a double take still not seeing Dad, I walked into the bathroom to get a closer look at the blessed fabric that held my father's manliness. With one quick pull, I took the deepest sniff with the cock pouch directly on my nose. It's like I was stuck in outer space, running out of oxygen, and that jockstrap was a fresh new tank of air. I was walloped by the ripe musk that emanated from my father's ball sweat. The smell connected in my soul so deeply just like the sun rising every day. I had no time to think, my dick sucked the blood out of my body like a vacuum. My nipples hardened and twitched with electricity. I took as many breaths as possible, even tasting what could be wrung out of this jockstrap.

"What are you doing," my father pierced the silence like the sharpest arrow.

My eyes widened as I could do nothing but face him now. I lowered the jockstrap and tried to hide it behind my back only to have another grandiose surprise.

My father, in his natural state. He was naked and wet, his hair messy from the shampoo and water. But he was also hard as a rock. He has the most aesthetic, elegant penis I've ever seen. 8 inches of glory, just slightly larger than mine. His perfectly pink head with a large penis slit atop the most perfect curve of girth. It twitched as the blood engorged the caverns of his man meat. Words could not describe this spiritual stillness. I could feel my heart racing, just like I had felt on our walk yesterday morning.

"I thought you were your mother, Bryce," he said unapologetically. His V-shaped body led right down to his hairy bush which complemented his beguiling big cock like peanut butter and jelly.

I was speechless once again. My eyes were only fixated on the meat in front of me, as I was already bulging from the jockstrap.

"Now's the time for another lesson, Bryce," my eyes caught his as that baritone voice hallowed into my back. "There are no good or bad events. Only our perceptions. You must be able to decide objectively what is right and wrong in your life. Then we lead that with actions and willpower."

Words that surprisingly stuck. I knew this was not a bad thing that happened.

"You can act however you want. But be careful of your perceptions to guide those actions," he spoke like a real mentor. His cock was still unwavering in front of me, alluring me.

He hit me with that longing gaze, where the world around him would disappear. His deep blue eyes were so penetrating I felt it hit my prostate and a glob of precum escaped my stiff cock.

"Son," he broke my hypnosis. "Act. In your perception."

I knew what I wanted. I reached out and grabbed my Dad's lovemaker.

Starting at the base I felt his coarse hair brush my index finger and thumb. I tried wrapping my hand around it, almost not being able to. I then lifted my creator to the sky and grabbed his low-hanging rounded balls in my other hand. I began to slowly grab what skin I could and rub up towards his sensitive glands and down towards the connection to his pelvis. The warmth of his penis conducted in my hands was like I had just touched a ray of sunlight. He moaned in pleasure as his penis head flexed with a rush. I felt his muscles spasm in energy as the pleasure waved over his cock. I never wanted this moment to end.

The admiration I had for my father was unrelenting now. Perfect mind and spirit, and a body of insurmountable capability as it was written in the stars. I felt my knees wanting to buckle but just before they gave out.

"Enough. That's my good boy," he clenched my arms with his fists as he pulled me away. "Now, you want to prove your worth to me, boy. You are forbidden to jerk off after this moment. Train your perceptions of actions that cannot be controlled. Instead focus on your inner self, the power and discipline of maintaining your mind over the body. Let me get dressed, and meet me by the bookshelf."

I was struck with grief. I touched the holiness of my father, unable to complete him. My worthlessness felt like it began to set in, my primal, un-stoic dick hard in my shorts. I chose to seek solace in his words. Discipline over my body. Train my perception to what I can't control. I sauntered down the stairs past the living room to the books at the end of the house.

"What did he want for dinner, honey?" Mom questioned me.

"Oh, right, well..." I said.

I rushed back upstairs before Mom could say another word. The embarrassment took over, I just felt her husband's heroic penis.

I peeked in through my parents' bathroom door. My dad, still shirtless but wearing shorts said sternly, "What is it, son?"

His brevity and diction were strong, like the smell of his ripe jockstrap.

"Mom wants to know what you want for dinner," I asked him.

"Chicken," he said without deliberation. "Protein for my growing boy."

I smiled, nodded, and mentioned I'd meet him down by the bookcase.

On my way across the house, I passed Mom saying he wanted chicken, not trying to overthink the situation with why I didn't know before. That was the main reason I went up there.

At the bookcase, I admired the floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with philosophy, self-development, and even a few fiction books trickled between the memoirs of historical figures. All of this knowledge was in my father, there's so much more than meets the eye.

"All these books mark the wisdom of true, fulfilled men," I heard the baritone voice reverberate off the books. "These sentences not only teach you profound knowledge, but preferred skills. All tasks can broken down into one simple step. While all these books may seem overwhelming, I've read all of them one word at a time. Break it down and the overwhelming process becomes infinitesimal."

That truly opened my eyes. I was getting worried, but the sureness of my father put me at ease. One word, that's all. Over and over again.

"This will be your first book," he uttered. "Meditations from Marcus Aurelius. This isn't so much a book but more a list of important values for humans. Written by a Roman emperor, some of the texts still ring true 2000 years later. Start small, don't overwork this, Bryce. Read 10 minutes a day, then build over time."

I accepted the book like I was knighted by the emperor of my kingdom.

"And go to sleep early tonight, I'll take you to my gym session tomorrow morning. 5 am wake-up time. Set your clothes out and be ready for more lessons," he winked.

The pang of nervousness permeated my body as his longing gaze brought back the memory of his cock in my hand. I was determined to get more.