The Discovery of a Lifetime

Dean laid in his dorm room on a cold November afternoon when he suddenly got the announcement. "Attention all students. Winter Break has officially begun. Students will not be expected back in their classes until the beginning of the year. Thank you and enjoy your break."

A wide grin ran across his face as he began quickly packing his belongings, narrowly avoiding the chaos of other students rushing to their cars. Dean soon placed your luggage in your car and prepared for a two hour drive to his father Damiens' house. The drive was quite silent, but he made sure to call his father. He hadn't seen him since the summer, although he spent most of his time with friends. "Hey, dad," Dean said, smiling as he held the phone in his hand. "I'll be home in about ten minutes." It was a voicemail but he still acted like he was talking to his father.

As he was about to arrive, Dean noticed that his father wasn't home. Before he could open the door with the spare key Damien gave him as a parting gift, his phone vibrated.

"Hey, champ. Sorry I'm not there to say hi and help you get your stuff. Got a work call. I'll bring home dinner. Love you."

Dean rolled his eyes at the champ comment and soon opened the door to his fathers' house. It was just as he remembered it. After his parents divorced, Damien focused all of his time into turning the family house into his own personal man-cave right before Dean went to college. The basement, which was originally Dean's bedroom during high school, became the games room. A pool table stood in the middle of the room as arcade cabinets and consoles, both old and new, were connected to different TVs. It was a gamer's wet dream.

Dean went upstairs and found his new bedroom, fittingly across from his father's. He began to put his belongings away, thinking about all the things he would be able to do with his father. Gaming. Bonding. Having a proper dinner with someone who actually knew how to cook. This was going to be an amazing winter break.

...

A week had passed since Dean had returned home for winter break. He was on his way to the kitchen to make an afternoon snack when he noticed that the door to his father's room was ajar. An eyebrow was raised as he slowly made his way inside. He opened the door, his eyes going wide as the only figure he could see was feminine. Her red hair went down to her shoulders and her wide ass was on display, slightly covered up by silk panties.

The woman soon turned around as Dean fully entered his father's room. She soon quickly turned around, her eyes going wide as she noticed him. "It's not what it looks like, son!" she said as she covered herself up in embarrassment. The voice that came out was feminine, much like her heavenly body.

Dean continued to look at his father as he decided what to do.