Aftermath

We didn’t talk about it for a very long time. Every once in a while we would pass each other in the hallway, blush, and I swear sometimes he would pat my crotch. BUt I couldn’t prove it.

Once, late at night, I did hear my dad jerking off while watching transexual bride porn.

But I wasn’t going to say anything about it.

And so, for the next six months, we went back to just being father and son. Sometimes I laid in bed thinking about it, jerking off long into the night. I couldn’t keep it up for anything else like the idea that I had fucked my own father.

And then, mom went away on vacation. The first few days were okay. Mostly I stayed in and played video games. I went out a couple of times and got beers.

I had come home drunk, late at night, and found my father sitting at the kitchen table. He looked at me and said nothing.

Then, I smiled at him, imagining him screaming my name as I bred him. I think I licked my lips.

I was getting naked, getting into bed, when he came into my room.