Give him some new desires

You couldn't believe that note was actually real! You actually just made your Dad talk about his sex life. This was insane. Your mind whirred at the possibilities.

"I only asked," you say, staring at your awkward Dad, "cause I read somewhere that kinks are hereditary. I wanted to know where I got mine from."

"Oh." was all your Dad could say, not looking at you.

Your dad was sitting awkwardly, hands on his knees and avoiding eye contact. He was pretty embarrassed but wanted to try be supportive. You stared for a few seconds before coming up with a list of kinks.

"Well, I guess you weren't telling me everything." you say.

"Why's that?" he asks.

"My kinks are different to yours." you begin, "Firstly, I love unprotected sex, totally raw dogging. Skin on skin contact really excites me. I love licking a man's dirtiest places: his pits, his feet, his taint. In fact, I love both giving and receiving. I love getting covered in cum, both facials and on my body. I love the feeling of a cock hotdogging my cheeks before it slides past my tight sphincter. God I love cock in my ass. I love when people play with my fat nipples, it really excites me. When I'm playing with myself, I love playing with my cock and hole at the same time."

You saw your Dad was looking at you in disbelief, cheeks burning red. You're surprised he hasn't cut you off yet, but he didn't look happy about your words.

"The thing that turns me on the most though," you say, an evil glint in your eye, "is hot and heavy ****. God, how I love the thought of two brothers getting it on. An uncle and nephew, two cousins... a daddy and his son."

"Stop!" your Dad finally shouts, looking at you in anger for the first time in your life, "This is highly inappropriate and frankly disgusting!"

"Why?" you ask, looking up at him, "Kinks are hereditary, and I don't think I got them from Mum. I think those are yours kinks and I've just inherited them."

Your Dad stared at you, eyes glazing over. His mind was being fried as your words rewired his entire life. You only shared a couple of the things you said, but some you said just because you think it'd be hot for your Dad to be a horny, gay perv with you.

"I think the reason you didn't tell me any of those kinks is because you don't do them with Mum." you say, further breaking his mind, "You and Mum have pretty regular sex. But these, these are reserved for hot gay adventures. On the surface, you're a loving, heterosexual family man, and don't want to destroy that, but inside, you're a homosexual, family loving man. You've deprived yourself of that life. I think you're now willing to explore your gay, incestual fantasies with the boys you've raised."

Your dad's mind continued to take in the new information. You began to worry as he hadn't moved for ages. Did you break him? How the fuck could you explain that? Before your fears could escalate, he finally shook slightly, as if he was waking from dozing off. His eyes began to focus. As they settled on you, they clouded again, this time with lust.

"Hmm," your Dad smiled, his crotch growing noticeably bigger, "we've got the house to ourselves, haven't we son?"