My name is Ian Stuart Kelly. I am married with one son in college. I have a good job, although sometimes it's a bit boring. I don't have any real hobbies to occupy my free time and I'm not into sports, unless the occasional fishing trip counts. There is one thing I really enjoy. Sex. Luckily my wife Karen enjoys sex too. Even though we've been together for many years, she hasn't yet let me try anal. And I really want to try. Karen is just a little on the plump side, which is ok with me. She has beautiful large breasts and a sweet pussy, so except for my anal obsession, I'm pretty much satisfied.
My son Danny is a junior at the university. He is home for the summer. A few days ago he suggested that we drive up to the lake and do a little fishing. We have a timeshare cabin and it was available for the next weekend.
That weekend fishing trip started a strange series of events that changed my life. I will let the reader decide if the change was good or bad.
I felt bad about canceling the weekend with my son. My boss signed me up for a seminar at the last minute on Friday. It was common knowledge in the office that attending was a stepping stone from middle management to bigger and better things. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Second chances were rare. Danny said he understood but I know he was disappointed. I left Friday evening for the two-hour drive and got settled into my hotel room. The Saturday morning session was informative if a little boring. During lunch, the event host announced that the main speaker was ill and that they would re-schedule the rest of the seminar at a later date.
I checked out of the hotel and headed home, thinking Danny and I might get at least part of the weekend. When I got back I noticed my wife's car was gone but Danny's was in the garage. I also saw Tony's motorcycle in the driveway. Tony was one of my son's friends. I didn't care for Tony. There was just something about him. I walked upstairs and met Tony in the hallway.
"Hi Mr K." Tony said, smiling.
"Hello Tony." I said, trying to be polite.
"Danny's in his room. We're done goofing around, go on in." Tony said. "He's all yours."
The bedroom door was partially open, but I knocked anyway before I pushed the door open and walked in.
Danny was there all right. He was lying in bed. He was wearing a white garterbelt and white stockings, and a white lacy bra. There was a pair of white lacy panties on the pillow next to his head. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. It seemed pretty obvious to me that he and Tony had just had sex. Hell, you could smell it. Danny's longish hair was all tousled and his cock was wet with cum.
"Forget something Tony?" Danny said without opening his eyes.
"Tony left." I said quietly.
"Oh God, dad, oh my God." Tony said, his voice shaking.
I stood in the doorway staring at my son. He pulled the bedsheets around himself and I could see tears in his eyes.
After a minute or two, I closed the door and flipped the lock. I sat down on a chair across from the bed and waited for Danny to look at me.
"Danny. I'm not going to lecture you although I'm a bit shocked. You're an adult and capable of making your own decisions. But I am concerned about your judgement." I said, trying to sound parental. "What if your mother had walked in?"
"Dad. I'm so sorry." Danny said softly.
"Stand up son. I want to see what you look like." I told Danny.
Danny stood up slowly, reluctantly. He dropped the sheet back on the bed. I pointed to the discarded panties and Danny slipped them on. When he straightened up I could see that despite being embarrassed, he was getting an erection.
I heard my wife's car in the driveway and told Danny that we would talk later.
