Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
'But it would be so cool to have one, dad. I know it's expensive, but I'm so sure it's worth the money.'
My father is sitting next to me by the dinner table. We are looking at his laptop where he has a page with vintage cars open. We are both obsessed with vintage Porsches and we just found the exact version we are always looking at for sale. There is one problem, though. It costs 85.000 dollars. Not the type of money we have or ever will have. I am 19 years old, living at home but going to college. I study art theory and that's not particularly a route for financial success. I am pretty popular on TikTok, though, where I post ironic videos about popular art history. I feel stupid everytime I post one, but people seem to like it.
My father is an English teacher at the local high school and just turned 49. He is tall and broad with grey hair and an attempt at a smooth chin and cheeks. He shaves every morning but has a five o clock shadow much earlier than five o clock. His hair is not thinning much and he keeps it in a side part that makes him look severe. He wears thickly framed glasses and dresses perfectly for the part of high school teacher; always in a variety of grey to beige chinos and shirts and pullovers in the same shades.
My mother walks in and starts washing her hands.
'Looking at that awful thing again, you guys?'
'This one is so nice, mom! It has all the original parts.'', I chirp. My dad helps me out:
'It is really exceptional, Kate. I'm on the verge of having a look at the seller and buying it.'
My mother turns around and walks to the table.
'We simply don't have the money and it's not a very responsible thing to do.' before I object, she says: "But, you guys have been talking about this car for ages. Maybe you could ask John to help you?'
John is my father's old boss, the previous principal at his highschool. They worked together for more than 20 years before John retired but stayed friends. John is very wealthy. We always go to his enormous house to have dinner with him and his wife.
'Not a bad idea,' my dad says. 'I will give him a call. Maybe he can lend us some money.'
Days pass before I hear something. My dad comes to my room and sits on the bed. 'I have some good news and some bad news,' he says, 'John is willing to lend us the money, but he wants something in return. It is not something you would expect.'
I sit up straight and urge my father to continue. He does hesitantly:
'You know he is fond of you. He thinks you are a great young man and thinks you can reach whatever goal you'll have in life. It turns out he also likes you, ehm, physically. He wants you.. he wants us.. No this is ridiculous. Forget I mentioned it.'
He gets up and walks towards the door.
'Dad come back here. Just tell me. It's the Porsche remember. I can do whatever it takes.'
He sighs and sits on the bed again. He grabs my shoulder and looks me in the eye. Then he looks to the door and continues.
'When we bought the house he asked for something similar. I was short on money and wanted to buy this house for your mother and, eventually, you. John would loan me the money if I made a tape of myself naked doing, you know, boy stuff. Your mother doesn't know. Please don't tell her. And I paid him back the full amount. The loan for the car would be a bit higher and this time he asks for, well, you as well. He says he likes your athletic build and says he saw how round your butt was in the jeans you wore last time we visited him. He would like to see them without the jeans..'
'Dad, what? Wow that is a lot..'
'That's not all. He will gift us the money and pretend we pay him back little by little to not alarm your mother if we.. If we.. If we have intercourse.'
'You and me fucking? John is a perv. Holy shit.'
'Yeah, it's crazy. I will tell him to fuck off.'
Dad doesn't move. We are silent for a while.
'Wait, dad.. It's the Porsche we're talking about. It's weird, yes, but it's only us. If we don't think too much about it.. I mean, we could try? I've had sex with Clark before. You didn't know, sorry this all comes out right now. He won't share the video right?'
My dad's eyes light up. Was he hoping for this reaction?
'No, he promised it'll be only for him. Alright, then. Your mother is out to aunt Betsy next weekend. We give it a go in our bedroom?'
'God no, not where you and mom, eh, sleep. And not in my room either. That feels wrong. Find some place else.'
The rest of the week is awkward. I try to stay in my room as much as possible and when I see my mom and dad, he is extremely affectionate with her. On friday, the day before my mom leaves for her sister, dad stops me in the hallway.
"Tomorrow at 3 pm in the garage."
We sit on the mattress dad carried down from the attic. It smells like an old person's home. Above us, the harsh lights are on and it reflects the dust floating in the room. The red light in the camera in front of us is making me nervous, so I stare at my knees. Next to the bed is my phone also recording. I hope my TikTok-followers never find out about this. My father is checking the settings of the camera. He clears his throat and asks, without looking at me:
'Are you nervous?'
'Yes, of course. You are not?'
'Can't say I'm not. Let's just start, ok? If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. Just keep that Porsche in your mind. We can start by taking our shirts off.'
He puts his phone down, takes a sip from his beer and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I see the tension on his face. His jaw clenches and he keeps staring at the garage door. I pull my t-shirt over my head and lean back like it's just a sunny day in the backyard. My hairless torso is slightly tanned and when I lie like this, abs are poking up in my belly. I look at my dad's upper body and see he has gained some weight. It looks good on him. We both have a slender build and I know my father used to swim a lot to gain some muscle. It worked, but now that muscle is covered in a layer of fat, giving him a very strong but rounded silhouette. For his age, he doesn't have much of a belly. Black and grey hairs are climbing up from his belt buckle, past his belly button and then scatter all over his chest. He rubs his chest, probably to do something with his hands. He turns his head and says like the practical teacher that he is:
'OK. The camera is rolling. You are going to start orally pleasing me. Then I will rim you and stretch you up a little bit with my fingers. Fucking in three positions. Cumshot. Done. Sounds alright?'
'Wait dad, the cumshot! We haven't talked about that yet. Where do we cum?'
'Well I thought you try to cum when I'm fucking you in position 3, on your back and I cum after on your belly. But we can change it if you want to.'
'No I guess it's fine..'
'Ok then. Unbuckle my pants'
It takes a moment before I start moving. I think about the tape that's rolling, about the heat coming from my fathers body and,strangely, about my exams later this month. Then I reach out and put my hand on the buckle of my dad's belt. I open it and unbutton his pants. His zipper gets stuck, so he brushes my hand away and opens it himself. He pushes his chinos down and I see his thick thighs covered in soft hairs. He is wearing a pair of old white briefs. The white isn't bright anymore and the elastic band has seen better days. I get embarrassed briefly about my dad appearing on camera like that, but soon realize this tape will contain more shameful content.
I slide down the elastic band to expose my fathers penis. It shows no sign of excitement, but I can't take my eyes off of it. I'd say it's about 6 inches and quite thick. It hangs over his big balls. It's not the first time I see my father like this, but the first time I will have to do something with it. My dad is not from the generation that trims down there and the bush he has reminds me of vintage porn I once looked up. I hesitate, but then cup his balls and start stroking his shaft. Nothing really happens. Dad sits down and I lay my head down on his belly. The soft hairs of his stomach and crotch tickle my cheeks, nose and chin. He smells minty like his body wash, but under it I smell something musky and sweaty. In front of my face I jerk the tender meat of my father but I feel no blood going towards it. My father lays his hand in my neck and caresses my jaw and neck. He sighs:
