Last year (October) I traveled down to London with a gay friend (We're not sexually involved as we're both bottoms). Whilst down there I met a really gorgeous older man and spent a couple of days at his place, having the most intense and amazing sex. I like men to dominate me sexually and he certainly did that with his large thick cock. Fucking me so brutally each time, until he drove every drop of cum out of my dick without myself or him having to touch my cock.
Back home I obviously didn't mention anything to my on off girlfriend, but I did take a naked picture of him and his stunning muscular body, just before we fucked the last time.
Photo shopping it, I had it on my phone as one of the screen savers, always making sure I switched it when my girlfriend was round. However I'd keep it on my phone most other times.
Two days after I got back home from London he contacted me, and we arranged to meet up a few weeks later for five days. It was an unbelievable time we spent together and I felt I'd known him all my life. The sex was so passionate, so perfect between us, I just couldn't get enough of his massive frame and cock, power fucking me.
And over the next few months we began to meet each other on a fairly regular basis.
Five weeks ago after returning back from visiting him at his new home, only twenty miles from where I now live, I switched my phone to an updated version and moved the content files over. As I was doing it, I laid the phone down for only a couple of minutes, and my mother saw the picture of my older lovers face.
She went absolutely beserk. When she eventually calmed enough to talk, she asked me how I'd gotten such a up to date photo of the man, and why did it appear he was naked on top at least.
My mother knew I was bisexual and also knew with men, I'm the passive sexual partner. So when I answered "We've been seeing each other for months". She nearly fainted. Composing herself, she had me sit down near to her and then said "You know me and your dad split up when you were two. It was because I found him in bed with another man. The man in the picture, is your father".
My whole world collapsed and it took some days for me to fully comprehend what it all meant to me. Yet no matter how much I told myself it was wrong, I couldn't get past that I was in love with the man, and not in a family way. I also knew I adored him fucking me, and even knowing he was my father, I'd have him fucking again and again.
Three weeks ago I stayed over at his new home, not telling my mum I was going there. We had such a special time together, as a growing loving couple and also as incredibly passionate lovers. Knowing what I did in a way, only made our sex more enjoyable and more intense. I did everything he wanted and was overjoyed to do so.
Last week he visited me when my mother was out. I very nearly told him who he was to me, as he was fucking me from behind. But I held off and enjoyed the sex all the more.
In a weeks time I've told my mum I'm holidaying with some fiends, when in fact I'll be traveling with my dad to a Greek island and spending the whole time in the same bed, taking his wonderful cock deep down my throat and up my arsehole. It'll be there when I decide if I'm going to tell him or not, but it's not an easy decision to make, as he has absolutely no idea I'm his son.