As I pressed the remote control the garage door laboriously opened allowing me to reverse in, as I did so I hit the lawnmower and cursed out loud my bloody wife Angela had once again left it in the way. Getting out of the car I caught my elbow on the edge of the door and once again shouted and kicked the wall in anger also hurting my foot.
I walked to the rear of the car to see if I had caused any damage and luckily there was just a small scratch on the bumper but this had added to what was one of the worst days of my life. I own two garages, I run one and my son Nigel runs the other one and today I had five people drive off without paying, I don't know why they do it as my close circuit TVs had recorded their registrations and I had passed the information to the police.
It was almost midnight I was stressed, tired and hungry, kicking off my shoes I walked into the kitchen and thankfully Angela had left two meals on the counter. Slinging one into the microwave I dashed upstairs to change out of my work clothes. Entering our bedroom Angela was fast asleep her chest rising and falling in line with her breathing, she looked so peaceful as I placed a kiss on her forehead.
The silence was broken by the distant ping of the microwave, the smell drifted towards me making my mouth water in expectation of eating one of Angela's fantastic curries.
Plonking myself down in my favourite armchair I aimed the remote at the television, which quickly sprung into life, it didn't matter what was on as my attention was taken with the food before me.
Fed and watered I relaxed back in the chair just as Nigel came home looking just as stressed as me.
"Not a good day for you either," I asked as he entered the room and collapsed on the sofa.
We exchanged our horror stories as Nigel ate, it seemed that one of the delivery lorries had caught the canopy ripping a section down and he had had to deal with the insurance company who were getting peeved that we were claiming for the third time this year.
Nigel returned from the kitchen and set about skinning up a joint, I didn't approve of him smoking that shit in the house but he was twenty and I wasn't about to argue with him.
"You want a puff dad, it'll make you relax," said Nigel; as he sparked up a plume of smoke spiralled upwards. "That's good, you sure you don't want to try it?" He continued with a look of pleasure on his face.
I was tempted to say yes, the last time I had ever smoked grass was when I was in my teens so I knew from experience that it would relax me.
"Pass it here," I said leaning forward to take it from his fingers.
As I smoked his joint he skinned up another one the sweet distinct smell of cannabis wafting around the room, already I was feeling light headed.
Stubbing the last remnants of the cigarette out in the ashtray I picked up the remote to see what I could find to watch as I wound down.
"Dad, can I ask you for some advice? My girlfriend Jane wanted me to go down her and I couldn't, the thought was revolting, have you ever done that with mum?"
I looked towards him slightly in disbelief that he had asked me that, "I don't think I want to answer that, but it's not revolting, you should try it before condemning it," I replied as I turned my head back towards the television screen to hide my embarrassment.
"But have you ever done it with mum?"
It must have been the joint but I found myself answering him with a yes and then wondering if I did say that, my head was spinning.
"Has mum ever given you a blowjob?" he continued.
Once again I answered positively and even felt a twinge in my trousers as I imagined her lips engulfing my cock, which was a very rare occurrence nowadays.
"What about a mans cock, you ever sucked one."
Even in my current state I was shocked by his question, but my mouth was operating without consulting my brain as I answered, "no that's not something I've never done, but I once wondered what it would be like."
"Would you blow me, then you'll know what its like."
I ignored his question and wished that I had never accepted the joint, I had no control over my brain at all. I continued staring at the screen seeing but not taking in the program, it was just a haze of people talking and moving about. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he had taken his cock out and was playing with himself, it looked good I had an urge to touch it even though I knew it was not the right thing to do, the consequences were too scary to contemplate. I looked towards him and our glazed eyes met, a smile caressed his face as he looked down at his lap and back at me.
The temptation was too great for me to resist, I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hand, it twitched when I ran my tongue along the tip before slipping it into my mouth.
