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Fun With Domestic Helper (and Dad) - Part 5

How did I turn my dad? It’s a long story that started way before our first time, years before I was even born.

My dad’s from a conservative and religious family. He was curious in his teenage years and he had certain (what he described as disturbing) sexual fantasies but he never acted on his curiosity or his fantasies.

He married my mother a year out of college. Their sex life, by his own admission, was vanilla and infrequent in the later years of the marriage. We moved to Asia nine years ago. My mom’s volunteer work kept her as busy as my dad.

It started when I came out as gay three years ago. I didn’t know then that my dad thought that he made me gay. He didn’t but he still felt guilty. The bustling city we now live in is far different from the small mid-western town where my dad and I were born. There’s a certain excess that’s we’ve never experienced in our hometown.

Soon after we moved here, my dad would regularly visit a reputable massage parlor near our home. His therapist were always female and he sometimes had “happy endings.” The sessions were cheap compared to back home. This all changed after I told him I was gay. That week, he asked for a male therapist. According to my dad, he was a 20 something Chinese man.

Unlike the masseuses, this masseur didn’t even bother dr****g him with a towel. My dad was bare-ass naked and he asked his therapist to concentrate on his lower back and butt. He complimented my dad’s ass. My dad does have a truly magnificent ass. He was inwardly thrilled but also nervous. He was completely naked in front of another man with just a thin curtain separating his cubicle from the next cubicle where he could hear another white man and a giggling masseuse.

He could feel his therapist’s hot breath on his butt. He then did something that he never imagined he would ever do, he raised his butt to meet his therapist’s hands. He was head down ass up with his hands separating his butt cheeks. It was a clear signal to the therapist who spent the remainder of the session rimming and fingering his ass. That was the first time anyone had ever touched him there aside from one prostate examination. He enjoyed the entire experience but he felt ashamed at his wantonness especially how he enjoyed it.

He visited the massage parlor every week for the next three months; always asking for the same therapist. He was ashamed of his lewd behavior but his experiences there awakened his curiosity and his desires. He had never cheated on my mom before but he couldn’t stop himself with this therapist.

It was around that time that he started trimming his pubes. Ida walked in on him. He asked her to shave his ass. Ida surprised him by not only shaving his ass but sucking his cock and licking his ass.

Our helper’s boyfriend was bisexual and Ida had the similar vibe from my dad. She says it was the way he bent over and spread his butt cheeks. She was convinced that he wanted it and that from the first time she licked his shitter, she knew that it was only a matter of time before someone fucked him.

She introduced him to anal play, at first it was just two fingers but that in time he was receptive to more. It took months but she was up to three, then four, then half her hand. Then one day, her small hand slipped right into to her wrist. She later described my dad as having a “hungry ass” and an “elastic anus”.

She was stunned at how it happened. It happened suddenly. For my dad it was a revelation, the pleasure outweighing the initial pain. The fisting sessions escalated and one day, her hand popped past his internal ring and she was elbow deep in his ass and he was enjoying every minute.

They were both surprised that Sunday when I barged in. And we know how that went.

So back when my dad was 18, he developed a huge crush on his two younger brothers who were three and four years younger than him. In his “disturbing” fantasy his younger brothers would take turns fucking and breeding him. And he would service their young cocks and satisfy all their sexual needs and whims. In his fantasies they had massive cocks and he was their bitch. He wanted his younger brothers to dominate him.

This is what Ida and his masseur had given him. He stopped seeing the masseur and he would have Ida give him what he wanted. He considered it safer plus it was straight not gay, never gay. I don’t think that Ida had any idea that she was dominating him. For her, it was a service like cooking or cleaning.

He enjoyed their weekly sessions and was horrified the day I barged in. He was also secretly thrilled. He soon started making his way naked to her room, waving as he walked past my door and I would eagerly join them.

It was only much later that I discovered that while I really enjoyed seeing them together, I was also a little jealous. I never planned on fucking him. I was curious and not a little envious, I only wanted to play with his ass.

I couldn’t believe he let me or that he has such a hot and inviting ass. I only meant to fuck with his mind and not his ass but I was curious to know how his ass felt. That was my very first time topping, I prefer to bottom.

I couldn’t believe how good his ass felt and something clicked. I had to fuck him. I had discovered my inner top. I fucked my dad and I forced him to suck my cock, something he had never done before. I thought that he looked especially hot with my cock in his mouth.

He later confessed that Ida’s boyfriend had fucked him a few times (it was eight times) and that he had cummed from getting fucked. He added that after he fucked Ida, he asked her boyfriend to fuck him again. I decided to tell him that he had fucked me too. He was surprised, he had assumed that I was a top. “Nope, you’re my first.”

And that, as they say is history. We’ve fucked a several these last few days and I hope that we continue. I never suspected that my dad, this manly man, was a submissive cock lover.

My uncles look a lot like my dad, and my dad and I share a strong resemblance. In a way, I represented his teenage fantasy come to live. My uncles are still fit and attractive men like my dad but they are also small-minded raging homophobes. I’m not surprised that my dad never explored his sexuality all those years ago.

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.