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I grew up to be a lot taller than my dad. At the beginning of high school, I caught up to his height of 5"5' and knew there was a chance my height would stop there. I was pleasantly surprised that I'd grown past 6" by the time I graduated.
I tower over my dad now, I must've gotten my height from my mom's side. Her brothers were tall like me, even if she was about the same height as my dad. Genetics are weird that way but it worked out for me. I was a star basketball player in high school. That got me a full ride to play college ball and I had a blast.
My mom passed away while I was still in high school and I'm not sure that my dad's been able to completely heal from losing her. She really was the love of his life and his light seems a little diminished since her passing. I don't even think he's gone on a date yet.
Now that college is over, I'm moving back home to figure out my next move. My dad still lives in the house I grew up in so I was looking forward to being home.
I pack my car full of my belongings and make the hours long drive back home. I only had to stop once for some gas and snacks. The car ride was beautiful and a couple podcasts and playlists kept me entertained enough, it wasn't too bad of a ride. I should've made the time to visit dad more often while I was away.
When I finally arrive a couple hours later, I walk into the house and see a long haired woman in the dining room, facing away from me and folding some laundry.
"Hi, is my dad around?" I had no idea who would be here besides him. Maybe he hired a cleaning service?
When they turned around I was surprised to see it was my dad. His hair was a lot longer than the last time I saw him and I never noticed he was so bottom heavy.
"Hey kiddo, welcome home!" He drops the towel he was folding back into the basket and walks towards me, smiling that comforting, contagious smile.
"Woah dad, how long has it been since I've seen you? How'd your hair get so long?" I tease him and muss it up a bit.
"Yeah I guess I haven't thought about cutting it now that I barely have to make it into the office anymore." He says as he attempts to smooth it back down. It's got some wave to it and looks pretty cool. Kind of a hippy vibe.
"Haa, Guess not. Well you don't look too shabby. You actually look kind of relaxed, it's a nice change. I like it." I compliment him which brings a smile back to his face.
"Really? Thanks bud." He stands on his top toes and wraps his arms around my neck to give me a hug. "I've missed you, it's going to be great having you home."
I return the hug and lean back and lift him off the ground a bit. "Me too, dad. It's good to be home." Since he's smaller than me, I can pick him up the way he used to pick me up as a kid. It's funny how time turns tables.
He kisses me on the cheek and smiles up at me.
I set him back on the ground and noticed his house clothes seem pretty relaxed and kind of skimpy. I also notice the weight he's gained, nothing major but his legs and chest look a little heavier.
He turns around to go to the kitchen and I follow him while he asks if I want anything to drink. "Just a water." I reply as I notice his bubblebutt sway with each step. His tight shorts don't look to leave much to the imagination at all.
I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts, I'm gonna need to find a hot babe to bang on the regular now that I'm geographically disconnected from my previous roster of ladies.
Dad reaches up for the glasses in the cupboard and struggles a bit. So I walk up behind him, place a hand on his waist and easily grab a glass. "Here you go, pops."
I hand it to him and as I reach back up for another one, I feel his soft butt meet my pelvis and I had to stop myself from reflexively grinding into him. Oof, yeah I was gonna need to find a new chick, stat. Dad turns around and hugs me again.
"It's really good to have you home, I forgot how handy you are." He says as he relaxed into my arms. He must really be lacking in the physical contact department so I return the embrace.
We've never shied away from being an affectionate family but there's some connections you need that a family can't provide. I worry for him a bit, he deserves love and to be loved. It's long overdue that he start dating again.
"Yeah dad, me too." I say, enjoying the contact.
We stay like that for a while, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the connection. When we finally part, I ask him if he's been seeing anyone. He laughs a little and replies "No son, I think that time for me has passed."
"Dad, you're barely 40, you have a lot of life left to live. You don't have to live it alone." I say, offering him what little wisdom I have.
"Wow, college kid, you sound wise. Well I'm glad you're here, I won't be so alone. At least until you find a girlfriend and move out." He says with a smile but there's sadness in his eyes at the thought of me leaving again.
"I'm not rushing into anything serious, you might be stuck with me for a while." At that we both smile, content with the current arrangement.
Over the course of the next couple days, we ran a few errands and made sure I got situated and had everything I needed. I saw dad in multiple different shorts of varying lengths; mostly short athletic type, sometimes the form fitting, wedgie inducing, bubble butt enhancing ones I couldn't peel my eyes from. I found myself staring constantly and rubbing my cock through my pants. I knew it was wrong but I liked looking at my dad's fat ass.
He worked mostly at home, ate his meals at home and even exercised at home. He wasn't going to meet anyone hunkered down in the safety of these four walls. I decide to ask him about it one morning over breakfast.
"So dad, how's the love life going?" I ask around a mouth full of cereal.
He laughs a little, "I just haven't had it in me to try again. Your mom was the love of my life, how can I even think about replacing her?"
"Dad, she would want you to be happy." I say.
"I am happy, I don't want for nothing. I have everything I want already. And having you here will counteract any loneliness I may feel sometimes." He reassures me with a smile.
"Yeah but dad, I'm sure there's some things you miss doing with mom you could do with somebody else. Finding a soulmate doesn't need to be your end goal, maybe just a little physical satisfaction every once in a while." I say to comfort him.
"Oh I don't know, I haven't been with anyone in so long I'm not sure I'd be any good at it." He says, confessing his insecurities.
"Do you still masturbate?" I ask invasively. We've never spoken about sex this candidly before but I wanted to make sure he really was doing fine.
"Well, yeah..." He admits bashfully.
"Good, then. That's normal and it's important to maintain good sexual flow. Even at your old age." I tease him.
"Hey, I'm not that old." He playfully punches my arm.
"I know, and you still look great." I compliment him.
"I think I've gained some weight, though.." he says, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, I thought so. It looks good on you so don't worry, you carry it well." A bit of an understatement, he's got a similar body type to the chicks i loved fucking back on campus. The freshman 15 made some hot chicks even hotter.
"Thank you son, I'll consider getting back out there." He says unconvincingly.
"Alright, don't take too long or I'm going to set up a dating profile for you." He smiled at me and I whip my phone out to take a pic. "There, already got the first pic to use when I set it up."
Periodically I'd snap candid pics of dad around the house. I started doing it more frequently regardless of his state of dress just in case I got a good photo to use. I started noticing the way he walked and did simple tasks, how his hips swayed and body moved.
He was actually really pretty. His long hair swaying behind him, some shots I'd take didn't even look like a man with his wide hips and his fatty chest.
I was getting more and more hot for my dad as the days went on. It was really weird. I went on dates every so often and found myself thinking about my dad and wishing I was home with him lounging and enjoying his company.
Even when I managed to find a chick to fuck, I'd end up imagining it was my dad's bubblebutt I was sliding in and out of. It wasn't going away either, it kept getting worse with each date. Why was I so turned on by my dad's body?
As the week's went on, dad still wasn't putting any effort into dating and I was getting kind of bored of the pointless dates I was going on. I teased him about starting his profile and he just waved me off saying he wasn't in the market to change his life at the moment. I accepted it and took a pic of his profile view and admired how curvy his ass looked from the side. I rubbed my growing boner as I walked to my room.
I lay on my bed and browsed through my gallery of all the shots I had taken of my dad, all of them looked so hot even when he was doing the most mundane task or pose. I took my cock out and started jacking off thinking about touching him and appreciating that plump booty. That wasn't the only time I came looking through those pics.
After one particularly bad date, I was on my way home when I decided to just give up on it for a while. My heart just wasn't in it and more often then not, neither was my dick. I pulled up to the house and the lights were all off, dad must've already called it a night and went to bed.
I was a little disappointed as I wanted to talk to him a bit. so I double checked as I was walking by his room and knocked lightly on the door and peaked in.
