Note: this story contains scenes of father-son incest.
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Oliver woke up to the feeling of his father's hard cock pressed against his asshole. He was lying on his side, wrapped in his father's arms. Although he wasn't quite awake yet, he could feel his dad kissing the back of his neck, running his hands up and down his arm.
Oliver stretched his body, breathing in as he slowly came back to consciousness.
Knowing that his son was now awake, Noah reached over to Oliver's head and tilted it back, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. He kissed his son softly, running his hand down to Oliver's chest and squeezing it.
Oliver reached up and touched his father's face. Was there any better way to wake up? He couldn't count all of the mornings he'd woken up in his big empty bed feeling lonely but not knowing what for.
To wake up in the arms of his father...
Oliver could now feel his dad's cock rubbing up against his ass as he kissed him. Without a word, Oliver reached down and lifted his cheek to let him in. His father took his meaning and began to push his cock inside of Oliver, penetrating him as they laid on their sides.
Oliver moaned as his father's cock slid inside him. He could feel his dad's cock easily slide right in thanks to the cum that was still in there from the night before. Despite the beating that his hole had taken last night, Oliver was desperate to feel his father filling him up again. It was like he was addicted. Ever since he'd first gotten a taste of his father's cock, he felt this need to be filled at all times.
His father was only too happy to oblige, moaning deeply as he joined his son in an early morning fuck.
Noah held his son in his arms, pumping in and out of him as he fucked him from the side. Morning sex was something he'd missed so much since his wife had died, and to get to experience that with his son was fucking incredible.
Oliver could feel his dad's arm wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly. Sure, it was slightly impacting his ability to breathe, but this only added to Oliver's feeling of pleasure. He held on tightly to his dad's arm, enjoying the incredible pounding his prostate was receiving from his dad's thickness.
Noah quickly deposited a second load inside his son as the sun began to peek through the shades. He held him close as he grunted, filling Oliver once more. Oliver leaned back to kiss his father, running his fingers through his dad's hair as he felt his dad's deflated cock slide out of him.
"You're amazing," said Noah, panting as he kissed his son's shoulder.
"I love having you inside me," whispered Oliver.
His dad laughed. "That makes two of us," he said.
Oliver rolled over to face his father. He lifted his fingers up to his dad's cheek, running it along the 5 o'clock shadow that had already regrown.
"This is so weird," he said. "I mean, not like, bad weird. Just different."
His dad kissed his fingers. "It's different for me, too."
"What was it like before mom? You know, when you were... fucking other guys."
His dad took a deep breath in, pondering. "It was a different time back then. I mean, when I was your age it was the early 90s, so people weren't nearly as accepting about the whole gay thing. But it was also freer in a way."
"Were you always the one doing the fucking?"
Noah laughed. "Why, you interested in topping?"
Oliver blushed. "I was just wondering."
Noah smiled. "I've tried everything, Ollie. And I'd be willing to show you whatever you like. You should have every bit as much freedom to explore yourself as I did when I was your age."
He laid back, his hand resting against his chest. "I don't know, maybe I'm speaking as an old man looking back on his youth, but... I just felt like I had the whole world at my fingertips. I took a gap year before college, you know, just to sort of get my feel of the city, sew my wild oats."
"Is that when you met mom?" asked Oliver.
Noah smiled. "No, your mom and I met when I was in law school. She was working as a secretary at Boston University when I was there. God, she was so smart. She was just a secretary but it was like she knew more than all of the guys in my year combined. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her."
Oliver frowned.
Noah looked at him. "What is it, Ollie?"
Oliver laid back, rubbing his eyes. "Don't you think she'd be upset? About us?"
Noah ran his fingers along Oliver's arm.
"Baby, no. She loved us both so much. She would want us to be happy."
"But THIS can't be what she had in mind."
Noah smiled. "Well, no, I'm sure she didn't see this coming. But then again, neither did I." He looked down at Oliver. "She did know about you, though."
Oliver looked at him in shock. "She knew I was gay?"
Noah nodded. "She thought you might be. As early as three, actually."
Oliver's jaw dropped. "Three?" he asked incredulously.
Noah chuckled. "You were quite an enthusiastic little boy."
Oliver covered his face, groaning.
"Hey," said Noah, touching Oliver's arm. Oliver looked at him.
"She loved you more than anything in the world. She loved me too, and I loved her with everything I had. I didn't think I would feel that kind of love again after she died. But I do, Ollie. I feel it with you. And I can't apologize for it, I won't. No matter what the world says."
Oliver bit his lip. "Are you gonna tell people about us?"
Noah furrowed his brow. "Do you want to?"
"I don't know," said Oliver. "I'm still kind of getting used to the idea, myself. I don't know how I feel about other people knowing. I mean, except Ashley, of course."
Noah laughed. "Yeah, the cat's kind of out of the bag on that one."
"What about you? Do you want to tell people?" Oliver asked.
Noah smiled. "OIlie, I would be proud to tell anyone that you're mine. But I do think we have to be careful. Incest may be legal between consenting adults in New Jersey, but that doesn't mean there aren't people who wouldn't raise hell if they found out."
"What do you mean?" Oliver asked.
