This story contains adult consensual sex between father and son. It's not suitable for underage.
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P.S. Hope you cream your underwear as I did while writing.
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It was now about six years I moved out from my parents and had found a decent house by myself. It's a one-bedroom flat but I like it a lot. I love my life: I have a decent job which pays my bills and also manage to have a good amount of pocket money every month. I try to look after myself swimming once a week and gym at least twice a week.
My body is toned, proportionate and with the right amount of muscles showing.
Possibly the only thing missing is a partner but I always say to myself that even that will happen when it happens.
But things change.
One Saturday afternoon I am at home and unexpectedly the bell rings. I go to open the door, thinking it could be someone trying to sell me something but to my surprise it wasn't.
'Hi dad. What are you doing here?'
'It's your mother. We had a ferocious raw and she kicked me out. So I packed a few things and came here. Hope you don't mind Carl.'
"No, dad. You're always welcome here. Please come in make yourself at home.'
So dad gives me a big bear hug. He grabs his duffel bag and comes in.
'You've settled pretty nice in here. You've chosen well in a great part of town.'
'Yes, I like it here quite a lot.' Hesitantly I say: 'I am going to call mum to see what's going on and tell her you're here. Do you mind?'
'If you really have to. You know, once your mum has something in her mind it's hard to persuade her otherwise.'
'Let's see what I can do dad. Don't worry'
After a few rings mum answers. 'Hello?'
'Hi mum, it's me. How are you?'
'I'm fine. I know why you're calling. You can keep him, end of discussion. Sorry but I have to go...' and she hangs up on me.
'Guess what?' I say looking at my dad 'I don't know what happened there but she doesn't want to know anything about you.'
'That's no surprise. I told you so!' answers dad shrugging his shoulders.
'Well, you'd better behave here.' I chuckle back. 'You can stay here as long as you like dad. You know I don't mind. You can sleep on the sofa or share the bed with me.'
'The sofa is a bit too small for me so it's not an option. I don't want to wake up with a bad back, thank you. You will have to share the bed with your old pa, if you don't mind.'
The thought of sharing the bed with my dad is a bit weird for me. My bed has always been my place, private, where I sleep, wank, watch porn. So sharing it with him will be new for me.
I show dad the room and as I don't know how long he is staying, I free a couple of my drawers to make space for his stuff.
'You can put you things here. You don't need to live out of your bag.'
'Thank you for doing this Carl. It means a lot to me that I can count on you.'
'Dad, don't mention it.'
So I leave dad settling in my room and seat on the sofa to watch some telly. I flick through the channels to see if anything catches my fancy and finally settle on something.
After a few minutes dad shows up wearing just a baggy pair of boxers that wrap his round ass and don't leave much to the imagination at the front. Hair cover his chest and stomach and it goes down below the elastic of his underwear.
'Hope you don't mind I made myself comfortable. I prefer when it all breathes comfortably.' Says dad adjusting his balls.
I'm a bit taken back by the view and I blurt 'No of course.'
'Your mum never likes me walking like this at home. She says it's inappropriate and disgusting so she has me wearing a pair of shorts with them all the time.'
Dad goes to the fridge and looks for something. 'Fancy a beer?'
'Yes, there are some in the bottom compartment.'
So he opens two bottles, comes closer and he sits next to me on the sofa.