Who's Seducing Who?

Disclaimer: please note the follow story, people and scenarios are fictional. All characters are also over 18 years old. This is just meant for fun.

PART 3: The shower incident

It had been almost two weeks since my dad secretly took photos of my cock while I helped him to "fix" a leaky faucet.

Nothing new had happened between us, sexually, after that.

I guess having the closeup photos of my dick and balls on his phone were much better than trying the sneak a peek while I showered, so he didn't spy on me in the shower nearly as much after that.

I kind of missed the attention and sneaking around.

****

I was sitting in class one day, trying to stay awake during a particularly boring lecture when I got an idea.

I pulled out my phone and I send a message to JackJack69 as Cali_Dreamz1967 on the Incest Forum we were chatting on before. If he wasn't going to try anything, maybe I should help him along.

"Hi stranger, long time no speak. How things between you and your son? You still enjoying those saucy photos of him?"

I tried to act casual.

His reply came about 30 minutes later.

"Mixed feelings to be honest man. I love looking at those photos my phone, I use them almost daily, but it's not the same as the real thing. My mind keeps going back to the morning we were in the shower together. Him bending over, exposing himself to me. It still drives me crazy!"

"So why don't you guys get in the shower together again?" I asked in return.

"Are you mad? Don't get me wrong I would love to, but I can't just go up to him and ask him to join me in the shower. He still doesn't know how I feel about him and that could ruin everything."

"Remind me again. Why did he get in the first time?" I tried to plant a seed in his mind.

"Well, he was late for class that morning and he always takes a shower before school. No matter what."

"No way I could have predicted that." He continued.

There were a few minutes of silence, before his messages came through like a machine gun.

"Wait!!!"

"You are a fucking genius!"

"Why didn't I think of it before?"

"It's so fucking simple. There is something I can try."

I had no idea what was going on.

"Glad I could help out :)" I messaged back, but got no further replies.

I had no idea how I supposedly helped, but I was intrigued for sure. His previous scheme was quite clever and I was relieved to hear he was going to try something, anything again.

What was he planning this time?

****

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.

I went home after college.

Worked on some assignments.

Played Xbox and listened to music on my headphones.

Later on, we ate dinner and talked about life in general. Catching up on how our days went.

Then we killed some time by watching television together. Nothing good was on so I was getting sleepy after a while. It had been a long day.

At this point I had completely forgotten about the conversation earlier that day between JackJack69 and Cali_Dreamz1967.

This would soon change.

"It's getting late dad. I'm off to bed. Have a good night."

"Good night son, I'm going to bed a bit later. Maybe something better will come on in a few minutes."

He seemed to be stalling for time.

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me and got into bed.

I dozed off quickly, but was awakened by the noise of my bedroom door slowly opening about 45 minutes later.

I did not react to the sound.

"Mike?" He asked quietly into my room.

I did not respond.

"Mike?" He checked again.

My father slowly walked towards me with only the light of the hallway spilling into my room to guide his way. He was trying to be as quiet as possible.

He came to a stop behind my head and it sounded like he was searching for something on the floor.

My back was towards him so I could not see anything even if I did open my eyes.

"Click!"

Then followed by the same "click!" sound a second later.

He got up again and retreated from my room and gently closed the door behind him.

"What is he up to?" I thought to myself.

I rolled over onto my back and looked through my room in the darkness to try and figure out what he was up to. At first everything seemed fine and I was just about to reach for my phone to use the flashlight when I saw it.

My eye caught the clock radio on the bedside table.

The little red LED screen flashed the numbers "00:00" repeatedly. This only happens when it was reset or lost power at some point.

Now everything started to become clear to me.

He snuck into my room to reset my alarm clock, so it would not go off at the programmed wake up time of "07:30".

"Trying to make me late for class again tomorrow dad?" I chuckled a bit.

"Well then, I guess I'm going to be late for class tomorrow."

I was actually quite excited now. I got get into the shower with him again and use this excuse he gave me to justify it.

I closed my eyes again and fell asleep eagerly anticipating the following morning.

****

I woke up the next morning at 7:42.

He might have reset my alarm clock, but my internal clock was still fairly accurate. I wasn't late at that stage, so I had to waste some time so it seemed like I was. He was also not in the shower yet, so I waited for my chance.

I waited in bed until I heard the shower taps open around 8:15. That's when he usually takes his morning shower.

Now it was time for me to play my part.

I got undressed and walked towards the shower naked.

He was already inside, steam slowly fogging up the glass.

I quickly opened the glass door and got in.

I noticed his cock was semi erect, so he clearly was hopeful that his "plan" would work out again.

I closed the shower door behind me.

"Shit dad! I can't believe I overslept again."

"My alarm never went off this morning." I added in my made-up flustered voice, trying to justify my sudden actions.

He was much calmer about it this time around. Almost like he was expecting me.

"Morning sleepyhead, maybe we had a power outage during the night." He tried to present a plausible reason.

"Must have been dad."

"You know, if we are going to continue to shower together we might need to get a bigger shower." He joked, clearly trying to make me feel more comfortable.

I didn't respond.

We initially stood back-to-back like we did the first time, taking turns to wet ourselves under the water then lathering up to wash our bodies.

He started to wash his hair.

I was supposed to be in a hurry for school, but I decided to take my time instead and enjoy this intimate moment between us. I don't think he would mind it either and I liked checking out his ass.

"Scoot over Mike, need to rinse the shampoo out of my hair." He said a minute or two later.

My back was still towards him as I shuffled sideways out from underneath the warm water. As he was moving past behind me, he placed his hands on both my shoulders, guiding me away from the water.

Then I felt it.

He moved so closely past behind me, that he dragged his 7 inch semi erect cock across my outer thigh and both ass cheeks.

Sure, this could have been just some innocent bodily contact between us, but I doubt it. He clearly could have avoided it and he probably used it to "test the waters" and see how I would react to it.

The contact only lasted a second or two, but his cock felt electric on my skin. It was the first time my skin touched his manhood in any way. I could clearly feel the warmth of his cock as its soft skin brushed across mine.

I did not react to this touch and pretended like I didn't notice it at all.

"Aargh, this feels nice..." He loudly exhaled the words like someone enjoying a good massage at a spa.

"... nothing like a good shower in the morning to start your day."

I briefly looked over my shoulder towards him to respond, but I couldn't.

I was stunned at the sight.

He was busy rinsing the shampoo from his hair, but he was not standing facing the shower, head tilted down allowing the water to wash away the suds, but instead his back was towards the shower and he was facing me, his head was tilted back completely. His face towards the bathroom ceiling, allowing the water and soap to run down his back and into the drain.

My heart was beating uncontrollably in my chest.

I was staring at my dad, who was knowingly exposing himself to me. He made zero effort to hide the manhood between his legs. It was thick and meaty.

I took in every inch of his nakedness, the water running down his muscular chest, across his abs and finally over his cock. His magnificent cock. Somehow it seemed larger than 7 inches in person and it was a glorious sight to behold up close. The photos didn't do it justice.

He had also started manscaping since our last shower together and his blonde bush was now neatly trimmed at the base, but not shaved completely. I was, like always, shaved clean like the day I was born.

There it was, his soapy member dangling in front of me, waiting to be touched. It seemed he was using it like bait to lure me in. It was framed nicely with the tan lines left by his gardening shorts. His chest, arms and legs had a nice golden brown tan from all the yard work, but his most private areas were completely pale, devoid of any direct sunlight.

I've always loved tan lines. It reminded me that I was seeing something thats usually hidden away from others view and only accessible to a select few.

He continued to rinse the shampoo from his hair while slightly pushing his hips out more towards me. Presenting his cock to me.

He was testing me and how I would react to it.

I would never have guessed he had this in him. He really was giving me a show this morning, like an exhibitionist who crave the eyes on strangers on their nude bodies.

This made my cock twitch involuntarily.

I was supposed to have my back towards him, but by now I had turned my body 90 degrees so I could take in the sight better. This gave him a perfect side view of my body, if he ever were to look down, but I didn't realise it at the time. My brain was occupied with other matters.

He was taking much longer to rinse out the shampoo than is ever needed, giving me ample time to visually explore his body.

It took all of my self-control to stop myself from dropping down onto my knees in front of him.

Putting both hands on his hips and then slowly pulling him towards me. Guiding his manhood past my lips and into my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock so badly in that moment, letting my lips wrap around the mushroom tip and then slowly working their way down his shaft, all the way to its base. Then travelling back up again all the way to the tip. Over and over and over again. Hearing him softly moan with pleasure with each up and down stroke of my mouth. My tongue swirling around his shaft, giving him more pleasure while my tongue licked the precum from the tip. I wanted to do this until he could no longer control himself. Giving me what we both so desperately needed. Ejaculating into my willing mouth.

But I couldn't.

Not yet.

I love the tease just as much as the physical deed and I was playing the long game. Good things come to those who wait.

"Ok Mike, I'm done." He said, abruptly pulling me out of my fantasy.

As my mind returned to my body, he noticed it before I did.

I was still pretending to wash my own hair and never realised the ranging hardon that formed between my legs while daydreaming about sucking his cock.

My shaved cock pointing straight up into the air like a sundial trying to tell time.

And dad saw it, clear as day in all its glory.

"Looks like someone else is also enjoying a good morning shower." He commented on it jokingly.

"Uhm yeah..." I tried to reply but was flustered and tried to hide my shame.

"... it's uhm... " I was struggling to find the words.

"... it's just morning wood I guess." The words finally came from my mouth.

I was completely unprepared for this moment and he could see it.

"No need to feel bad Mike. Remember, I was once your age too, I had them constantly." He tried to calm me.

"Yeah, like 40 years ago old man!" I replied sarcastically.

There was a brief moment of silence between us, then we both started laughing out loud at the situation.

Maybe it was the situation of just nerves, but we had a good laugh. This noticeably relaxed the mood between us again.

"You take after your old man it seems, and I bet the ladies are not complaining either." He complimented me.

"Something like that dad." I smiled shyly.

We were now much more comfortable being naked around one another.

Then I remembered I was late for school, but desperately wanted this moment to last a little longer.

He clearly would not mind either as I could see him stealing glances at my erection every few seconds, trying his best to hide it.

I did not try and hide it from him anymore. I thought it was just fair to somehow thank him for the show he gave me just two minutes earlier.

My erection was gently swinging from side to side as I continued washing my hair.

Then I noticed his manhood starting to come alive and grow before my eyes. He was getting turned on while exploring my nakedness.

"How long can one man wash his hair?" I thought to myself.

I needed to change tactics if I was going to extend this session any longer, without it being too obvious.

I had to act quickly, then it hit. I knew what to do.

"Mind if I rinse my hair?" I asked him.

"Sure thing" He replied.

I started moving towards him so I could finally wash the soap from my hair, my massive erection bobbing up and down with each step as I scooted past him towards the water.

Then without notice, I activated my new plan.

I yelled out. "Oh fuck!"

"It burns, it fucking burns!" I continued.

"What's wrong Mike?" He sounded genuinely concerned at first.

"The shampoo, it got into my eyes, both of them." I tried to explain.

"Now it's burning like hell!"

"And I can't see shit."

All lies of course.

"Wait, come here. You have to rinse the shampoo out of your eyes."

His parenting skills took over for a moment.

He guided my head under the stream of water coming from the showerhead.

"Just stand here under the water and let it rinse the shampoo out." He instructed me.

"Fuck it burns!" I continued to pretend to be in discomfort.

"Just stay here, it will get better soon." He said.

He started to rub the top of my head under the water to help rinse off the soap.

"It's fine dad, I can do it myself!" I stopped him.

"Just trying to help son."

"Sorry dad, wasn't trying to be mean, it just fucking burns right now." I apologised for my earlier tone of voice.

"No problem Mike, I'll get out of your way. Just keep your head under the water for a few minutes."

He then moved behind me to the other end of the shower.

Now neither of us planned any of this, after the initial showering together part, but he sure was going to take full advantage of the scenario. Not knowing when something like this might come around again.

While standing behind me, he turned to face me again, his fully erect cock pointed straight at my ass. Like an arrow searching for its target.

I was leaning slightly forward, resting my right forearm on the wall in front of me while my left hand was on my forehead trying to keep the water from running into my eyes.

This obstructed my face from him yet the angle let me clearly see his reflection in the shower door next to me. He had no idea I could see what he was doing.

"Fuck, it still burns!" I reminded him of my predicament.

"Don't worry, just keep your head under the water and let it rinse out your eyes. It should take a few minutes, just give it enough time." He reassured me while trying to buy himself more time.

Then he reached down and wrapped his right hand around his shaft and started stroking himself.

A couple of gentle strokes at first, savouring this unexpected moment he found himself in. Then his strokes became more forceful as the lust build up inside him.

His parental concerns from earlier were now being replaced by pure lust. Lust for his own flesh and blood. And he wanted a release.

He worked his wet shaft from top to bottom, the entire length of his erect manhood went through his soapy grip.

His eyes were fixed on my ass the whole time. My two soapy cheeks were just out of reach. And he dared not touch.

I could see he wanted to fuck me badly. Right there and then if he could.

"Aargh!" I fake moaned again while shifting my weight onto my other foot and also spreading my legs a little more apart.

My balls were now dangling completely free between my legs. I wasn't sure if he could see my anus, but I was so horny now that I would have gladly pulled my ass cheeks apart for him if he asked.

He didn't ask.

He was probably standing about 2 feet behind me, furiously jacking off. Biting his bottom lip to stop any sounds escaping from his mouth.

Who knows exactly what he was thinking about, but I think it's safe to assume that in that very moment in his fantasy, he had his 7-inches buried in my ass. Gently, but forcefully gripping my hips while sliding his hard member in and out of me. My tight sphincter gripping his shaft, trying to extract the semen from his balls with every stroke. Well that was my fantasy.

In the real world however, his hips were pumping his manhood into his tight grip as deep as it could go. He was no longer stroking his cock, but fucking his hand instead.

It didn't take long for me to notice the shortness in his breath.

He was getting close. Close to reaching that point, the point of no return.

He was trying his best to muffle any noises, but I could clearly hear him approaching his climax.

And I was not going to deny him.

Then it happened.

He took one big step forward, until he was standing directly behind me. Up close and personal.

His cock pointed directly at my ass just a few inches in front of its mushroom head. I could practically feel the warmth radiating off his cock.

I did not dare move further back or my ass would have made contact with his cock.

He used whatever strength he had left to conceal his moans and groans of pleasure, trapping most of them in his mouth.

Then he finally let go.

A feeling of release and ecstasy washing over his body. He had now completely given into desire, no matter the consequences.

I felt the first impact of his semen on my lower back.

The second rope landed on my left ass cheek. So did the third. It was thick and heavy blobs.

The fourth blob of cum struck me just above my ass and I could feel it slide down between my crack until it came to a stop at the entrance of my most secret hole.

Bullseye!

He continued to thrust his hips into his hand, covering my ass with more and more of his seed with each stroke. He was completely draining his balls onto my ass.

I pretended not to feel anything and acted unaware of what was happening behind me. I was still dealing with the "burning eyes" situation remember.

His whole body was convulsing with pleasure, with each new twitch it forced his cock deeper into his grip to extract as much seed as possible.

A few more drops landed on the back of my right leg.

I could see in the reflection that he was standing on his toes, eyes rolled back in his head, biting his bottom lip as to not make a sound.

I don't know when last he masturbated, but it was clear he needed this.

If I had turned around in that instant, he would have no way of explaining himself out of it.

Standing right behind his son, still gripping his cum covered cock. Not to mention his seed running down my ass and legs.

But I played along. I wanted him to have this.

I gave him a few more seconds to catch his breath and to also admire his handy work.