This is a continuing story consisting of 7 chapters. It combines 2 categories (crossdressing and incest).
* * * * *
Robert was worried about his 19 year old son, Eric. He had come home early from work and caught Eric watching crossdresser porn videos online. He was masturbating to a man in drag being fucked in the ass by another man. Eric hadn't heard his father come in and he was too involved in the video to notice his father standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Robert had been standing there for a few minutes, watching his son, watching the video. He couldn't help but notice how well endowed his son was. He could be a real ladies man, if he would just stop watching faggots fucking each other. Eric was in his freshman year at college, he should be out chasing pussy, not watching that bullshit. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation, but he knew he had to do something. He turned and quietly walked back down the hallway, made some noise as though he had just come home and then headed back to his son's room.
"Hey, sport. What you up to?" Robert asked.
Eric sat at his desk with his English book open. "Same old, same old," he said, pointing to the book.
Robert noticed that the computer was still on. The screen had just been minimized. He walked over, pretending to be interested in his son's school work. He leaned down, placing his hand on the desk and intentionally hit the computer's mouse. The screen popped up just as the man was taking a cumshot in his mouth. Eric froze. Robert jumped, pretending to be surprised.
"What the hell?" Robert said.
"Where'd that come from?" Eric wasn't as good an actor as his father. "What is that?"
"I think you know what that is son," Robert said. "anything you want to talk about?"
"No, Dad." Eric said, "Honest, I don't know how that got on there."
Robert looked at son struggling with embarrassment. "It's ok, son. You can talk to me if you need to."
Eric sat there, looking down at the floor, saying nothing. His face was beet red.
"Eric, I was here just a few minutes ago and I saw you," Robert said.
Eric looked at his father, wide eyed with embarrassment. "You were spying on me?"
"No, son. I wasn't spying on you. I came home and you didn't hear me, so I walked back out and came back because I wasn't sure how to handle this, but we need to talk about it. I promise you can tell me anything. I'm just going to ask you straight out, do you want to fuck a man in the ass? I know that's not how I should phrase it but I don't know how..."
"No, Dad," Eric interrupted his father. "I like to wear girls clothes, okay? Happy?"
"Well, I'm not thrilled," Robert said. "How long has this been going on."
"Since Mom left us," Eric's lip was beginning to tremble. "I'm screwed up in the head, I know, but I was scared you would leave me too. I figured if I could somehow, I don't know, take Mom's place, I guess..."
Robert pulled his son to him in a hug. "Son, I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I love you."
"I love you too, Dad," Eric cried.
"Come on. Let's get washed up and get something to eat. We'll talk over dinner," Robert said.
They ordered pizza and were now at the kitchen table with their slices and colas.
"I'm trying to understand, can you help me understand?" Robert said.
"I don't know. I just feel better in girls clothes. Safer, somehow. I guess I figured if there's a woman in the house, you won't leave," Eric said.
"I'm going to try and be open minded here. If it makes you feel more comfortable to wear girls clothes around the house, I guess I can deal with that. But not in public. Do we have a deal?" Robert said.
Eric smiled for the first time in the last few hours. "Thank you."
The next day when Robert came home, he wasn't sure what he would walk into. It actually wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Eric came downstairs, wearing a tight fitting pair of girls gym shorts and a half tee. Robert didn't say anything about it. He said hello to his son as usual and went about his evening business. But he did notice that the way Eric carried himself was different. He walked like a girl. Robert caught himself staring at his son's ass in the tight shorts as the boy was leaving the room. He shook his head and pushed the thought from his mind. He went to the kitchen to get a beer.
They ate dinner as usual. Chinese takeout, this time. Eric sat at the kitchen table with his legs crossed. Robert didn't say anything about it. He didn't know what to say. They finished dinner and Eric got up and cleared the table and began washing what few dishes they had used. Robert was surprised. Eric never washed dishes. He finished the few dishes and gave his father a hug and said he had a paper to finish and went bounding up the stairs. Okay, his son was definitely acting different. But he did seem happier than he had been in long time. What was the harm if he liked to wear girls clothes? He was happy and that's what every parent wants, their children to be happy.
Robert had seen that Eric's bedroom light was off and figured his son had already gone to bed. He went and showered and had just settled into bed, when Eric came into the room to tell his father goodnight. Robert was shocked. Eric was wearing a flimsy little nightie and pink panties. Eric gave his father a goodnight kiss and left. Robert didn't know what to think. He hadn't kissed his father goodnight since he was 6.
Robert wasn't able to sleep. He kept thinking about his son. He was acting more and more like a girl, every day. He also couldn't get the picture of his son's ass in those pink panties out of his mind. He could feel himself getting an erection, thinking about it. What the hell was wrong with him? That was his son, for Christ's sake. But his erection was still growing. He closed his eyes and reached under the sheet. He began to stroke himself, thinking about Eric in the tight gym shorts. Eric in the nightie with the pink panties. How tight his son's ass looked. How tight it must be. He came. Oh, God, he came, thinking about his son's ass. He reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. After cleaning himself, he fell right to sleep.
The next day, Robert made a stop at a video store on his way home. He had bought a DVD, hoping it would help him understand his son better. At least that's what he told himself. They had an early dinner. Eric was dressed in a tube top and a pair of cut-offs that showed the cheeks of his ass. His tight little ass. Robert had told Eric he had something that he wanted them to watch together after dinner. Eric smiled and said, sure.
Now, in the family room, Robert was having second thoughts. He told Eric that he had bought a DVD of the same sort that he had been watching online. Eric looked nervous. Robert told him that it was just so he could help him understand him better. He made sure Eric knew he wasn't being punished and that he could keep wearing the clothes he wanted to around the house. Eric seemed relieved and agreed to watch it with him.
Robert put the DVD in the player, got the remote and sat on the couch with his son. He pushed play. The first scene started with what appeared to be a very attractive young woman giving head to an equally attractive young man. Eric seemed a little uncomfortable at first, watching this with his father, but he soon settled in, leaning over toward his father's shoulder. The scene took an unexpected turn when the young woman raised her skirt and started stroking her cock. Robert straightened a little, causing Eric to lean a little closer. Soon, the woman/man was bent over while the man fucked her vigorously from behind. Her cock waving back and forth in rhythm with the young man's thrusts.
