Fun With Domestic Helper (and Dad) - Part 4

So yesterday my dad came into my room while my mom was out with a friend. He shut the door and said we have to talk. “Okay, what about?” It was about what we did, how it was wrong, and why we could never do it again. Big pause.

“Did you enjoy it? Didn’t it feel good?” Yes but it’s wrong, fathers and sons are supposed to have sex with each. “Why, if it feels good? We’re not hurting anyone.” We’re hurting my mother. “What about you and Ida?” Pause. That’s different. “How?” He’s straight. Ida gives him what my mom can’t or won’t.

This was going no where fast. Time to try something different, something that worked on Sunday. It was time to talk about his ass. Yeah, talking about his ass was definitely getting him aroused, I could see him tenting his shorts.

I stood up, moved closer, pointing to his erection and said “you’re not wearing any underwear.” So? “So it means that you’re hoping something would happen. You want something to happen.” Weak no. “Prove it.” What? How? “Take off your shorts.” Another weak no. “You know you want it.” Silence. He’s definitely struggling, it also looked like he was getting hornier by the minute.

I moved in closer. He offered no resistance as my hand went down his shorts, my fingers caressing his crack and I murmured “doesn’t that feel nice?” Yes, but we shouldn’t. My fingers were now inside him. He was definitely wavering. “Take off your shorts.” No response. “Take off your shorts!” He finally complied. He was standing there naked and erect, looking a like a guilty teenager. “That’s better.”

“What do you want?” No response. “Do you wants me to lick your ass?” Yes. Got him. I had him on on his back with his legs up in the air. I eyed his pink gash, spread his butt cheeks open and pushed my tongue up against his hole, licking around the edges before finally shoving my tongue deep inside. I was tongue-fucking my dad and he was loving it. He had a musky manly scent and his ass actually tasted good. Who knew?

He was ready. His hole was relaxed. I started off easy with a couple of fingers, worked my way up to three then four but he was still too tight for more. That was disappointing. Still he was taking it like a champ, gasping in pleasure as I stretched him open. “That’s it ... relax ... how does that feel?” Mmmm ...

I pulled him up and my cock was now inches from face. Would he do it? Yes! He leaned forward, opened his mouth and let me in. “That’s it, get it nice and wet.” He tried but his mouth isn’t half as talented as his ass.

I got on the bed, my hard cock pointing straight up and waited. He knelt between my legs, his open mouth poised over my cock. I shook my head and said “that’s not what I want.” I handed him the lube. I wanted him to do himself. He lubed me and hesitated.

I could tell he wanted it. “We have to hurry!” as I waved my cock invitingly. He hovered above me, took hold of my cock and aimed it at his opening before he ever so slowly let my cock slide in, taking it down all the way to the root in one smooth motion. I was in. My cock was in his warm inviting ass and I felt it pop past his second sphincter. He was working my cock with his ass muscles and it felt amazing. “That’s good ... yes ... squeeze your ass.”

“That’s it. Doesn’t that feel good?” He nodded. I told him that it was time he started riding my cock. He nodded. His face was a picture of pure bliss. He was going too slow for my liking so I grabbed his hips and thrust upwards. It was time to fuck. His eyes were closed and he had this huge smile on his face.

I started fucking him hard, my body practically lifting off the bed every time I rammed my dick home, slamming harder and harder each time. “Oh fuck! Your ass feels amazing.” He was confused when I stopped. “Go on ... ride me.” I loved watching the way his semi-hard cock flopped about between his legs on each downward plunge. He was loving it. “Faster ... that’s it ... ride my cock ... faster.”

He suddenly froze, he had this intense look on his face, like he was about to cum. I started thrusting upwards non-stop. I was fucking him hard and that’s when he lost it. His cum sprayed all over me. I had just fucked the cum out of him. I creamed his ass within minutes.

We were laying there and breathing heavily when Ida walked. Dad panicked and only relaxed when he realized that it was her and not my mom. The expression on his face went from panicked to relieved to anxiety and guilt in the space of seconds. I had just fucked him and seeded his ass, and now our helper knew.

“Sir, your son fuck you?” Yes. “Can I watch next time?” Dad was non-committal. It’s one thing for our helper to know that I fucked him, it’s quite another thing to let her watch him getting fucked by his son.

That night, while my mom was upstairs, I slipped my hand down the back of his shorts and caressed his ass crack. He still wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Wow! You’re still wet.” He nodded yes. I had three fingers in and deep up his ass. “Go on. Fuck yourself.” He lowered his shorts and nervously rode my fingers on the “Get on your back ... yes, just like that ... lift your legs.” I now had four fingers in. “Play with your cock ... that’s it ... stroke it ... faster ... cum for me.” He finally obliged.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He did. That was better but he still needed to learn. So I scooped up his cum and stuck it up his ass until I had him squirming in pleasure. I had him suck my fingers that were slick with a mixture of his own ass juices and cum. He looked a little guilty but he did it anyway. He added that he was hoping that I would do something. “Is that why you’re not wearing underwear?” Yes.

I realized then that I don’t own his ass, his ass owns him. We spent the next hour sitting there with fingers down his shorts, resting against and occasionally playfully scratching his hole, he would squirm but he was fine otherwise. I made him tell me everything. I’ll post again in a few days to tell you what I learnt that and how and perhaps more importantly why it was so easy to turn my dad.