An awkward conversation

It was bright day when I woke up. The sun hit my face and roused me from my sleep. I had left a large stain on the mattress where I slept. I yawned and wondered what had happened. I thought back to the events of the night before.

I headed down the stairs and found my father. He was, like me, in his regular clothes. It took no effort at all to open the door.

“This is a strange place,” dad said. His eyes looked me over, as if searching to see wha “I would say back. “I don’t think I like it.”

“I had some strange dreams,” I said.

“I think I did too,” dad said. We said nothing else. We walked out of the hotel and got into the car. Someone had clearly plowed a path into the parking lot during the night. We drove for three miles before either of us talked.

“So my dreams were--” we both began at the same time.

Dad blushed, I was sure that I was blushing too.

“You first, dad,” I said.

“This is awkward, son, but I dreamed… uh, I dreamed that we were fucking each other.”

“My dream ended with you being my wife, dad,”

“Huh.” Dad said. There was some more silence. Then he said “can I make a confession? I had the same dream.”

“Oh.”

“And I kind of liked it.”

He pulled the car over into a rest area. He pulled us away from the area most people went, into the overflow parking.

“What are you doing dad?” I asked. He was slowly reaching his hand down into my pants. My own cock was excited, I was excited.

Then dad licked his lips and said, “pleasing my husband.”