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I found out something about my dad I never knew one day. And it was all due to doing some laundry. Every Saturday, my mom would do the wash and it was my job to help put it away. However, I didn’t look at it as a job, because I got to put my dad’s stuff away in his closet and dresser drawers. I have to admit, it gave me a thrill putting Dad’s socks, shirts and especially his underwear neatly in his dresser for him.

Sometimes I would sniff the front of his briefs, knowing his big cock had been there hours ago. Dad wasn’t shy about letting me see him naked. Lots of times after taking a shower, he’d walk past my bedroom with a towel over his shoulder and nothing else. The sight of his slender, hard body and his heavy cock and balls always got me excited. He also had a beautiful, firm ass that complimented any pair of slacks or jeans he wore.

But on this one particular day, I found something in Dad’s closet that blew my mind. I was hanging up some of his shirts when I noticed a plastic bag slipping toward me from the top shelf. I was unable to catch it, and it fell to the floor. When I picked up the bag, a rubber dildo fell out. I quickly closed the door of my parents’ bedroom, then picked up the dildo. It was very realistic looking, right down to its veiny shaft and mushroom head. For a few seconds I thought it was a sex toy my folks liked to play with. But why? I knew Dad had enough cock to satisfy Mom. God knows, I’d heard her moaning like a teenaged several times a week late at night as Dad pounded her snatch. Oh well, maybe she just needed more then what he had.

After a few minutes, I shook off the fantasies of my folks having sex and put the dildo back on the shelf like it was before. As I went back to the basement to get the last of the laundry from Mom, I looked at her and thought, Man, Mom must have a really hot pussy!

The thing is, my folks were very understanding with me. They knew I was gay and supported me when I came out, so I felt obligated to tell Dad about finding the dildo. I sure couldn’t talk to Mom about it. She was cool about a lot of things, but she had her limits. About two weeks went by before Dad and I were alone at home on a Saturday morning.

Mom had gone out shopping and I figured it was the right time to tell him about my accidental discovery. Dad was in the bathroom taking a shower. He always took really long showers, but it never occurred to me why. When I heard the water stop running, I knocked on the door. “Come on in, Barry!” Dad called out. As I came into the bathroom, Dad was drying himself off. He had a towel around his waist and was standing in front of the sink. “What’s up son, you need to take a quick piss?” he said without turning around. “No, Dad. It’s not that. I’ve got something to ask you about,” I said slowly. “I found something that I think I shouldn’t have found.” “Barry, what are you trying to tell me?” Dad said as he sat on the toilet seat and looked at me.

“Dad, I wasn’t snooping, but I found a dildo in your closet by accident a while back. Do you and Mom … you know … use it sometimes?” For almost a minute, Dad got real quiet and looked at the floor. “No, Barry. The dildo is what I like to use on myself,” he said. Then Dad reached into the cabinet under the sink and pulled out the dildo. “I just fucked myself with it while I was in the shower.” “But, Dad, you’re straight. I’m the gay dude in the family!” “It has nothing to do with that son. Let me explain something to you. Your mother and I love each other very much, and she likes having lots of sex. But sometimes it’s like a job for me to keep her satisfied, and there are times when I want to be the passive one instead of doing all the work. I’m not gay, but for some strange reason, I get this hot feeling deep in my ass that sometimes drive’s me crazy. It’s like an annoying itch, and when I shove this thing up inside me it feels so darn good! The truth is son, when I stick this dildo up my butt, I’m fantasizing you’re fucking me. That’s why I’ve let you see me naked so much, I was hoping I was making you horny.” “Dad, you want me to fuck you?” I said. “Oh man, that would be awesome!”

“Oh, yes, son, I would really love that!” Dad said as he started to unbutton my jeans nervously. “I know this sounds crazy. I’ve never cheated on your mother, but the thought of having my own son drill my hot ass is something I’ve wanted for for a long time!” I’d never seen my father act like this before, but I sure liked it. As he pulled the towel from his waist, his beautiful cock swung out before me. I put my hand on his bloated meat and he let out a low moan. “That’s it, son, feel my hard cock!” Dad said as he reached out and stroked my stiff boner. “Look at your big dick! You’re nearly the same size as me!”

“We haven’t got a lot of time, son,” Dad said as he turned around with his hands on the sink. “Please, ram that cock of yours up my ass!” Dad’s butt hole was still lubed up from earlier. When I pushed my stiff dick inside him, it slid in real easy. But it was still really hot and extra tight. “Ohhhh yes, son, that feels so good!” Dad moaned as he pushed his ass back, sending the rest of my rod inside him. Then I put my hands around his waist and fucked him with nice, slow strokes. The big mirrors on our bathroom wall allowed me to see us from all angles. Dad had a look of pure pleasure on his face. “That’s it, boy, don’t hold back, forget I’m your father and fuck the hell out of me!” he grunted.

I soon found myself getting lost in the moment and started to pound Dad’s butt harder and faster. Each time I slammed my cock up his ass, he pushed back with an equal force that made my feet slide of the bathroom floor. Then, without warning, Dad let my cock slip from his butt. As he turned around, he held my head in his hands and kissed me. It was that wet, sloppy kiss that only two guys can do together. Then Dad took some dry towels and put them on the floor. “Lay down on the floor, son, and keep that cock hard,” he said. I quickly did what he asked, and before I knew it, Dad squatted over me and impaled himself on my boner again. As he started sliding his ass up and down on my rod, I could see that he had on his face the look of a man possessed.

“Oh, gawd, Barry! I’m about to bust a big one!” he moaned as he jerked his dripping cock. “Do it, Dad!” I gasped. “I’ve always wanted to see you ….” Before I could finish, Dad jerked his head back and started blasting his river of cum over me. It really blew my mind as he fisted his cock a second and third time sending long, white streams of his load over my head and chest. It was a few seconds later when I felt my own ball-busting load shooting up into his hot ass. I gritted my teeth and let out a moan as Dad squeezed every drop of spunk from my balls.

As we both calmed down, Dad still had that hot look on his face. When he lifted himself off my still hard cock, he leaned forward and let me taste the sticky head of his big meat.

“Good boy, Barry. Good boy,” he whispered. Then he snuggled next to me on the floor. It felt great having Dad hold me for a while, but after a short time I had to say something. “Dad, Mom’s gonna be home soon.” He slowly sat up and kissed me again, and there was a tone of longing in his voice as he said, “Back to work!” In a matter of minutes, we both had the bathroom cleaned up and looking like nothing had happened, and Dad had put his dildo back in the closet. The thing is, I don’t think he’s used it much since I fucked him.

Mom’s been talking about taking a trip to see her sister, and Dad said he would pay for her plane ticket. We’re both looking forward to being alone together again real soon.