I woke up to find my son playing with my cock
I had gone out with friends from work one night and had way too much to drink. I came home and went into the family room and passed out. I remember having this really vivid wet dream.
Then as I woke up I realized that it wasn't a dream. The room was very dark but someone was there, lightly running their fingertips over my rock-hard cock that was straining against my underwear. My pants had been unzipped and pulled down
Horror and trepidation filled me as my eyes adjusted and I saw the silhouette of my son in the darkness. A myriad of conflicting emotions filled me as I lay there, not moving, pretending to still be comatose. My relationship with my son had been strained lately and I knew that if I were to confront him that it would be damaging on a level that most likely would be permanent and of a nature that might never be undone. Unsure how to proceed I lay there and tried to think of what to do,how to handle the situation.
The fact that my son was playing with my penis in itself didn't really alarm me as much as the fact that he was molesting me while passed out. I saw this as behavior that could get him in serious trouble were he to do it to someone else.
I am open minded and a closet bisexual myself. In fact, I had once done something similar to my own father at roughly the same age when my father was in a comatose state after being heavily medicated following a serious back injury. He had just taken a double dose of morphine that was prescribed to him which would immediately knock him out for six to eight hours and I was home alone with him at the time and had been thinking of seizing the opportunity being a horny teenager who had fantasized about such a situation, not necessarily my own dad, but someone who was out cold. I had recently discovered my dad masturbated when I spied on him through the crack of a curtain and having never seen his penis erect before, was impressed and perhaps a bit fixated with it, at the time having masturbated a few times imagining he and I sucki g each other off like I had done a few times with several of my teenage friends on the down low.
So I wasn't upset about my sons sensuality or the fact that he was touching my cock.
As I there however, I felt guilt wash over me because what he was doing to my hard dick felt better than anything else i had experienced in a very long time
My dick was so rock hard as it strained against the material of my boxer briefs and several things became apparent to me then. He was slowly running his fingertips very lightly over the shape of my penis, exploring its shape and size through the material. The first thought I had was that this was clearly something that he had.wanted to do for a very long time, be it to me personally (I admit I got an extra little tickle out of the thought of that possibility) or to another man in general. Another wave of guilt ran through me because I knew that I was not only enjoying the sensation but also getting off on the thought that I had something he wanted and I could offer it to him. I now tried to be honest with myself and asked myself whether I was doing the right thing by not letting him know I was awake and confronting him. I reasoned that I was correct in the damage to.our relationship that would certainly come from such a move and understood also the awkwardness that would be created and feared it would forever destroy our fragile relationship as we had been having alot of problems between us as of late.
I also reasoned that I had nothing to feel guilty about. That I had innitiated nothing,done nothing to encourage this type of behavior, that he had no knowledge of my own sexual preferences and therefor had no responsibility for what he was doing. I certainly would never want this situation to occur naturally but now that he had crossed this line and revealed his desire to expire and experiment I certainly didn't have a problem with his sexuality and believed that as long as he didn't know that I knew anything g about his actions that no harm would be done by allowing him to continue and that the opposite was true, that harm.would be done if I did the opposite and confronted him.
After reasoning it all out I decided to pretend to still be comatose and perhaps even allow myself to enjoy the experience because what he was doing felt darn good besides. As I lay back and let go of my guilt and trepidition I began to really get off on his touch. My son really seemed to be into my penis and that began to really turn me on. I lay there in the dark feeling what he was doing and for.thw first time ever began to think of my son in a sexual way
I imagined how it might be in a different world, one where the 'what if' lived and I did a fantasy 'what if scenerio or two. I wondered 'what if I did 'wake up' and first.confront him then console him and confess my own past transgressions with my own dad. Then tell him the rest...
You see one time.my.dad and I had what I call a 'moment' and in that moment our hearts where revealed to each other and then we both knew that we were the same and we almost went there but for some reason didn't.
What had happened between us happened purely by accident and taught me several things that I never forgot and perhaps guided me now.
You see my father and i had been traveling and after a 16 hour drive had stopped for the night at a Holiday Inn just outside of Biloxi Mississippi. It was hot down south and after a long day we immediately hit the pool and swam for an hour or two, cooling down and relaxing. It was nice. Afterwards we went back to the room and stripped out of our suits. I was about fifteen at the time. My dad and I had always been comfortable being naked in front of each other and therefor wasn't anything to take exception to. I was on the floor rumaging through my suitcase for some dry clothes to put on and my dad was standing a few feet away fucking with the remote when it happened. I glanced up at him as he said something about finding a good movie to watch and as I did my eyes went to his limp penis and for some reason fixated there. I had seen my dads dick countless times without ever really looking at it. I looked at it now though and I was struck by what a really nice cock my dad had. That was the first time i think I ever really wanted to suck someones dick. I did want to suck it I knew right then as.i admired it longingly. I stared at it for a minute too long I guess because he noticed and when I realized what I had been thinking and doing I suddenly looked up at his face to see if he had.noticed and I was horrified to see that he was staring at me with the oddest look on his face. I locked my eyes onto.his unable to turn away, adrenaline and fear running through me now, and I felt my cheeks grow hot and my.mouth go dry as butterflies filled my belly. I was cold busted and was quite embarrassed. Then my fathers eyes left mine and I then followed his gaze as it left my face and went down to my crotch.
I looked and when I saw what he saw my horror doubled and terror gripped me. I was so embarrassed now and the truth became immediately apparent.
My cock had been fully erect. I had gotten a raging hard on by staring at my dads dick and thinking about sucking it.
AND NOW HE KNEW THAT I HAD STARED AT HIS DICK AND GOTTEN A HARD ON BY LOOKING AT IT!
My eyes shot back up to his and he was agai staring at my face questioningly and i.was so embarrassed and humiliated that I considering fleeing the room naked right then.
But then another shocker...
His eyes left my face once more and once more my eyes followed his gaze, this time down to his own crotch and then the whole dynamic changed in an instant.
I watched as his cock went from half mast to fully erect in the space of five seconds. Then it jutted straight at my face from three feet away, thick shift with views popping out and fat head turning a bit.purpled as it reached its full hardness yet tried for more.
My own cock got even stiffer and the butterflies were back as the truth shifted and morphed into another inescapable reality
And there it was in all of its bald faced nakedness.
My father had caught me staring and saw that I had gotten hard by looking at his cock and THAT HAD TURNED HIM ON AND.MADE HIM HARD SO NOW HE KNEW THAT HIS COCK MADE ME HARD AND MY HARD COCK TURNED HIM ON AND MADE HIM HARD AND THERE IT WAS...
Oh the naked truth indeed. In the space of maybe two or three minutes my father and i had somehow managed to reveal our innermost secret selves and breached a barrier and there we were, me on the floor, my father three feet away, both of us rock hard and i.didnt even notice.my hand go to my hard dick and start slowly stroking it as I stared at that hard dick right in front of me. I watched as my dad reached down and gave his own cock a slow stroke, then another...then another. I watched fixated as he did this and then realized that I was stroking too. My dad took a step forward and I rose to my knees and reached out as he came within reach and my hand replaced his. I felt.the thrill.go through me.as my eyes met his now as I stroked his dick and he saw the question there and answered it with a slight nod and I leaned forward and put my mouth on my dads dick and very slowly began to suck him off, savoring every moment.
And now I felt my sons fingertips.enter the waistband of my briefs and I knew that secretly had been wishing for this to happen since waking up. I felt the cool air hitt.flesh and excitmemt coursed through me and I felt my sons hand grip my cock and i knew what I really wanted now and then I felt.his mouth on me and.i dropped the pretenses and moaned softly as I gripped the back of his head. I felt him hesitate now he knew I was awake but then he continued and I remembered my first time with dad