I had sex with my Dad on HotGuySecret
This happened last night and I’m confused, and a little disgusted, but excited at the same time. It’s an understatement to say that my emotions are reeling right now. I made this profile just so I can discuss this because I don’t know if this is a topic that I should bring up with any of my friends, especially since I just found out on google that incest is highly illegal in the state of Texas.
A little background on the whole thing. I’m 29 years old and I currently live in Austin, Texas. My mom and dad are both 51 years old, high school sweethearts, had me when they were both 20. I have two younger siblings, a sister and a brother. I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 22. My sister lived there until she was 25 and my youngest brother left when he was 19 and joined the military. We’re originally from San Antonio, but our parents moved us to Austin before my youngest brother was born.
At the begining of 2020 I was living in Houston where I worked, but when COVID-19 broke out, work got tight and my hours decreased drastically, so at the end of July I had to admit that I couldn’t make ends meet, and I asked my parents if I can move in with them for a bit, while I waited for work to pick up (I work from home). Of course, my Mom was thrilled to have one of her children move back home, since my brother lives with his wife in Florida now, and my sister works at a publishing house in New York City. So, that’s why at the begining of August, I ended up moving back with my parents in the house where I spend most of my childhood. Dad wanted to sell it a few years ago, but Mom is very sentimental so they ended up keeping it. It’s not a big house, only three bedrooms and four bathrooms, but my Dad always keeps complaining about the taxes he has to pay on it which was his main motivation for selling it.
I’m currently single and I’ve been openly gay since I was eighteen years old. My parents were very accepting and supportive, but I do know that it took them a little bit to get adjusted to it, especially my Dad because me and him were very close growing up, me being his firstborn and a boy at that and all.
Things got a little weird between us after I came out, but my Dad never did any of it intentionally. He was a football player in high school, and he is very much a jocky bro type of person and that’s how he always acted around me, slapping my ass with a towel after working out together or teasing me by pinching my nipples and hitting my dick when we would play football or basketball together while I was growing up. Once I came out, right before going to college, he stopped being “bro-y” with me and refrained from doing things like that, about two or three years after that, during a summer holiday that I spent with my family, I remember seeing him do those things with my younger brother and I was kind of hurt and a little bit jealous when it dawned on me that he had now become closer to my younger straight brother the way he was with me, and the only thing that had changed in the entire situation was me coming out, and I hated myself briefly for it, wondering if things would’ve stayed the same if I never told my parents the truth about who I was.
I had a few failed relationships, two of them serious in which both of the guys I dated cheated on me. So, here i was at 29, barely making ends meet, single, struggling financially and living back with my parents in the middle of a worldwide pandemic.
I wasn’t in a good spot, but I continued, hoping the situation will change for better. I was staying in my old room, that I used to share with my younger brother when we both lived there. My Mom has kept it the same way me and my brother left it, so there was my twin bed in there and my brother’s.
One thing I noticed since moving back with my parents after almost seven years, was that sometimes my Dad would come and sleep in my brother’s bed. I didn’t realize it right away, but that always happened when him and Mom would fight, and as the election day came closer, my Dad kept sleeping more and more often in my brother’s bed in the same room with me, which was on the second floor. My parents’ master bedroom is on the first floor.
The thing I found odd about my Dad sleeping in my brother’s bed was that he always came in there after he thought I was asleep, and left long before I woke up in the morning. Only one time he was sleeping in there before I even got to bed, but when I tried to ask him about it next morning at breakfast he said that Mom was just being a lot more irritable towards him lately, but he said that we (meaning me and my siblings) had nothing to worry about and that everything was fine in between them. I highly doubt that my sister or brother would care if Mom and Dad got divorced, especially since they were so busy with their own lives and careers, but I didn’t say anything.
Sometimes I suffer from insomnia, and I toss and turn until I fall asleep. One night I was having one of my episodes, and I saw my Dad when he got in mine and my brother’s room. He didn’t realize I was asleep, and I watched him strip down. I thought he was going to sleep in his underwear, like I did, and imagine my shock when he stripped completely naked and ducked under the covers. My face was burning in the dark, and I felt so disgusted that I saw my father’s meat, but my own cock reacted under the sheets and kept growing bigger and bigger, betraying me completely.
I was stunned and I couldn’t fall asleep until the early hours in the morning, and when I woke up around 11 o’clock, my Dad was already dressed and long gone.
This happened two more times since that first initial time, and even though I promised myself I wasn’t going to watch my own blood father undress like I did the first night, curiously got the better of me and I always peaked. My dad looked really good for 51 and I was making up stories in my head that the only reason I was looking at his naked body was because I was hoping and praying that I looked that good like he did when I turn his age, convincing myself that the only reason why my cock reacted to him being naked was because I was gay and men attracted me.
The weird thing was that I have never been into older guys like that before. I can appreciate them, but I prefer to date guys my age or younger than me. The oldest guy I ever slept with was only a year older than me. I’ve never dated an older guy before.
So, fast forward to the elections. My parents have never discussed politics much around me or my siblings, but I knew that they didn’t belong to any particular party. So, imagine my surprise when I found out on election day that Dad had voted for Trump, and my Mom lost it completely when she found out and they got in a huge fight which of course meant that Dad was going to be staying in my brother’s bed that night.
That was the first night that my Dad was awake and reading in my brother’s bed when I got upstairs to go to sleep.
“I think your Mom is really angry with me this time,” he said to me when I walked in. “I hope you won’t mind having a roommate for a bit.”
I did mind, but he was paying the mortgage to the house, so I wasn’t going to tell him or ask him why he wasn’t sleeping in my sister’s room, which was completely unoccupied.
I was scrolling on my phone when Dad got up from my brother’s bed and put the opened book face down, and took off his shirt. I pretended that I was reading something on my phone screen, but I was watching Dad the entire time with the edge of my eye, as he took off his clothes completely before turning off the light and going to bed.
“Good night,” he said to me, and I was completely sure that he had seen me watching him and I was glad that my coci didn’t react at all. It was because I was mostly nervous of what my Dad would say if something like that happened.
Wednesday night he came to bed late, but I was still up at the time and scrolling on my phone, wondering if he was going to deliberately put on a show for me now that he knew I was watching him.
“I didn’t realize you were still up,” he said when he walked in. “Did I wake you up?”
“No,” I said. “I just can’t sleep.”
“Yeah, me neither lately,” he said as he started talking off his clothes in the dark. The streetlight on our street is pretty bright and I couldn’t still see his naked body revealed in front of me, coated in light orange light from the streetlight outside. But this time he didn’t duck under the covers right away, but walked towards the wardrobe, his big muscular naked ass wobbling as he grabbed an extra pillow from the closet. “Your Mother still refuses to talk to me.”
“She’ll come around, I’m sure,” I said. My mouth was really dry at this point and I was feeling a warm sensation in my cock that was spreading to my groin.
Dad picked his phone up and put the second pillow over the first one, and laid on top of the covers, his entire naked body exposed to my view whenever I felt like it, his cock resting flat on his flat belly. I gulped, and said goodnight and closed my eyes, laying very still even though I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time knowing that my father was laying completely naked and exposed not even six feet from me.
When I woke up yesterday, I was a nervous wreck, due to my mixed feelings and the lack of sleep. Dad was all I could think about, and when I saw Mom I asked her how long she was going to fight with Dad, saying that I wanted to have my room back to myself, and sounding like a little brat in the process, but I couldn’t have naked Dad in my room, especially since I haven’t been getting enough action since this quarantine bullshit started.
My Mom said that I was only visiting for the time being and not to get involved between her and Dad. She said that things have been strained long before I moved back, and that this situation was just the last drop in a glass that was already full.
I worked some that day, did the laundry. Dad was out for most of the day, and I equally dreaded and anticipated what I was going to see that night.
I was taking off by clothes down to my underwear before getting in bed, when Dad walked into the room that night.
“Oh, hey,” said my Dad. “I thought you would already be in bed.”
“Just about to be,” I said, suddenly self-conscious of my body. It wasn’t that I wasn’t in shape or didn’t work out, but being in quarantine made me have more of a dad-bod that my Dad did, since I’ve gained an extra ten pounds, and now a thin layer of fat covered my muscles. Dad was more toned and I felt ashamed.
“You’ve let yourself go a bit,” said my Dad, as he was swiftly taking off his clothes. “You should start coming to the gym with me, what do you say?”
And he took off his boxers standing next to me, and smacked me on my ass over my underwear that I still had on.
“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.”
“I get to bring a buddy for free,” said my Dad. “If you want your body to be as toned as you old man.”
I didn’t say anything as my Dad sat down on my brother’s bed.
“I know you’ve been watching me undress,” he said as nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather changing like crazy in Austin this time of the year.
“What?” I said. My face was bright red, my mouth dry and my head felt like it was spinning and on fire. I thought I was going to have a panic attack.
“You heard me,” said my Dad, but then he noticed that I was going pale and he got up and looked at me concerned. “Hey, buddy, are you okay?” he called out.
My ears were ringing, and my entire body felt weak. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I just wanted to get out of the room.
“Hey, hey,” said my Dad, putting his big arms around me, “I was only joking, bud. Relax. I didn’t mean anything bad by that.”
I was calming down now, still breathing pretty sharply, and my Dad let go of me to open the window a bit. It wasn’t as cold as it was last week, but it was still pretty cool last night, and the breath of fresh air was most welcome on my face.
I sat down on my bed, and Dad sat down right next to me — completely in the buff — and held me with his arms as i steadied my breathing and a bit of color came back to my face.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
He didn’t know that the only thing that I was freaked out by now was the fact that I somehow for reasons that I still couldn’t and can’t fathom, was finding my own biological father extremely hot and was sexually attracted to him. The thought had never even crossed my mind before and I always found gay dudes who were into gay incest very unattractive. It was a huge turn off for me.
I didn’t know what to say so I just sat there until suddenly it hit me that my own naked father was hugging me. I tried to get out of his embrace and he let me go, but he still continued sitting next to me, our thighs touching. My dick reacted as soon as I realized what was going on and my Dad saw it. My head felt dizzy again and I thought I was going to scream, but my Dad put his big palm on my back and patted me.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I am aware of how a man’s body works, don’t worry about me.”
I wasn’t sure what he was saying, so I dared look up, and straight in his face for the first time since he commented on me watching him undress every night.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, my heart thundering in my chest like a wild animal in a cage, as my Dad kept nodding with his head.
“It’s okay,” he said again and then he touched my hand and held it in his. “I understand and I’m not mad. It’s okay.”
He held my hand for a few seconds or minutes, I’m not exactly sure because I felt like we were in a time loop, and then he gently placed my hand on his cock. I gasped and sharply breathed in. His cock wasn’t hard yet, but it started hardening as soon as my trembling fingers timidly wrapped around it. My own cock conducted the ultimate betrayal on me, and hot rock hard, poking out of my boxer briefs. Me and Dad have similar cocks, I realized, as I just sat there and held onto his shaft that kept growing larger in my fist. I didn’t dare move.
“It’s okay,” said my Dad again. It seemed to me that he was trying to convince himself of this as much as he was trying to reassure me.
Then he reached out and grabbed my cock. He slowly stoked it, and I was so turned on like I haven’t been before in my life, so precum was oozing out of me like I was a soda machine.
“It’s okay,” said Dad and he grabbed my hand that was on his cock with his free one, and moved it for me so I stroked his cock. He moaned softly and then it dawned on me — I was jerking my fucking Dad off!
Dad saw the panic in my eyes before I realized what was going on, and he got me off the bed right in front of him, stripped my underwear down before I could say or do anything, and he put my cock in his mouth, gagging in the process.
I still couldn’t understand what was really going on, because my head was fucking with me completely, telling me I was imagining the entire thing because I couldn’t possibly ever believe that I would be fooling around with my own father.
My Dad gagged a few more times, until he found a pace that worked for him. He wasn’t very good. I highly suspected that he was doing this for the very first time in his life because he kept slobbering my dick too much and hitting me with his teeth, but not using enough tongue. But the thrill of the fact that it was my own fucking Dad sucking me off, sent me over the edge and soon I blew my load. He gagged as my cum spilled in his mouth, because I didn’t trust my own voice to speak up and warn him that I was about to cum, and he pulled it out, resulting in me spilling my seed all over his face and head.
“Well,” he said. “Now I know how that feels like.”
I didn’t know what to say. My knees were shaking and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I sat back down on the bed, because my legs felt wobbly. Dad had picked up my underwear from the floor and was wiping my cum off his face as I just sat there, my body still trembling.
“Dad,” I said, my voice sounding alien to my own ears. “What the fuck? Mom…”
“Shh,” said my Dad. “It’s okay.”
“But…”
My Dad got off his knees from the floor, his cock now rock hard and dangling between his muscular thighs.
“Son, please, stop talking otherwise I’ll lose my nerve,” he asked me and then he lifted my legs up. I was about to complain, when he spat at my hole and rubbed his cock head over my entrance. Was he serious?! I couldn’t believe what was happening, but suddenly, my spent cock jumped again at the prospect of getting some dick. I’m versatile, but I predominantly enjoy bottoming, and my Dad’s cock looked really good at that moment.
He spat on my hole again, and then started rubbing his big cockhead, slipping it in and out of my yearning asshole, that kept opening up more and more at the prospect of being fucked again. (Last time was back in April for me, so it’s been more than half a year.)
Dad looked me in the eyes as he popped his cockhead inside me, and then pushed, sliding inside. I felt like I was going to be split in half, and Dad gasped at my tightness.
“Holy shit,” he hissed. And then pulled out and slid it back inside, slowly and gently, as if not to hurt me. I was leaning sideways on my bed, my legs high up in the air, resting on my Dad’s shoulder, as he picked up the pace and started fucking me bareback faster and faster.
God, it felt so fucking good! My cock started getting hard again, another indication of how horny I was and how much pent-up sexual energy unreleased I had inside me that it didn’t dawn on me until I was stroking my cock, getting ready to cum for a second time that night, that I was getting my hole completely drilled by my Dad’s cock.
As I spilled my seed all over my stomach and my chest, I felt Dad’s cock slam balls deep inside me and I could feel wave after wave after wave of my Dad’s sperm unloading deep inside me, as my ass clenched from my own orgasm.
My Dad’s eyes rolled at the back of his skull, our bodies slightly covered with sweat, the room reeking of ass and cum and sex as he panted, savoring the last moments of his orgasm before he finally pulled his spent cock out of my ass.
“I’m sorry,” he said. I wasn’t sure what exactly he meant by that, but I was still too stunned by what happened to be able to find my words and ask. He put on his boxers and walked out of the room. I laid there, feeling Dad’s cream inside of me, not being able to move until he finally came back to the room. His short hair was damp, which meant he probably took a shower.
I was still naked, and I got up when he walked in, grabbing my cum-soaked underwear and putting it to my ass to stop the cum from my ass accidentally spilling out. I had to walk to the bathroom that was upstairs, but I was suddenly painfully aware that my Mom was still in the house.
“Is-is Mom still up?” I asked, before walking my naked cum-filled ass (by my Dad, nevertheless) across the hallway to the bathroom.
“She took a sleeping pill and went to bed hours ago,” said Dad, and to my surprise he took off his boxers again, and completely naked he slapped my ass as I was pressing my cum-soaked underwear to my hole. “I’ll probably be out before you come back,” he said. “I just wanted to say thank you and good night.”
“You’re welcome,” I said like a dumbass, but it was an automatic response for me. Dad smiled at me before getting under the covers and covering his naked body as I walked out of the room to go wash.
Dad was passed the fuck out when I was done, and I put a pair of clean underwear on before going to bed. I think I managed to get maybe three hours of sleep. When I woke up two hours ago, Dad was gone and the room didn’t reek of sex anymore, so I figured he had aired it out before leaving.
I feel bad for sleeping with my Dad, especially since it was wrong, he cheated on my Mom with me, and mainly because he’s my own fucking biological father. I didn’t even know he had this side of him (the side that he might be interested in men) yet alone that he would be so chill and nonchalant after he drilled the shit out of me. I can still feel him inside me, and that’s making my cock hard, that I already jerked off once while writing this.
I don’t know what to do! I am glad I got some cock, but I’m not glad that it was from my father, even though that fact made it somehow so much hotter. I feel bad for my Mom. I don’t know how I will face her, which is another reason why I haven’t left the room yet and I’m pretending to be sleeping still, hoping she will do her grocery shopping earlier (it’s 10:25 in the morning here at the time of writing this) rather than later today so I can talk to my Dad before I face her so I can figure out what this meant. I want this to be a one-time we-were-both-horny-and-there-wasn’t-anyone-else-around thing, but I also, if I’m being completely honest, want it to kinda happen again.