Kind of..?

“Dad, what the hell?!” Yelled Jerry, minding his volume in the hotel, his dick still pulsing from having gotten off in his dad’s butt.

“Oh please, like you have room to judge. I saw your little homemade porno on your phone. Having sex with your fiancé while she was in my body without asking me would’ve been bad enough, but recording it in secret? I somehow think that she wouldn’t have agreed to sleep with you, had she known you were fetishizing the idea of sleeping with your own father’s body, and recording it as a keepsake,” blackmailed George.

“Okay. You’re right... I shouldn’t have done what I did. So, what, you had sex with me to prove that what I did was wrong?” Asked Jerry quizzically.

“No dummy. I did it because I saw how much pleasure my body got from being fucked by yours in that video. For the record, it felt even better than it looked like it felt in that porno,” George laughed to himself in his deep manly voice.

“Dad!!” Exclaimed Jerry in protest.

“What? Come on, you have to admit that there was some extra spark in that forbidden love making. I never in a million years would’ve thought that my own son would go balls deep into me and breed me like a stallion,” George said, making meaningful eye contact with his son.

“Okay, fine. It felt really good to fuck you. And not just because of the physical aspect of putting my willy into a hole, but knowing that it was your body receiving me. It was like I finally stepped out of the shadow of your masculinity and was able to be the more masculine one for once. You’ve just always been hairier and more muscular, and you even have a bigger dick. It was nice to see your body be submissive to mine, and feel like a real man for once,” admitted Jerry shyly.

“Well son, with how you made me feel, you can fuck me any time. I’ve always been so masculine that I thought being in control was the best feeling that there is. But letting another man, and especially my son, take control and take what he wanted from me, was the single most erotic experience of my life. I think you kinda turned me off women..” blushed George.

“Women. Fuck. I’m supposed to be getting married,” said Jerry, stressed as all hell instantly.

“You know, the ceremony was already cancelled yesterday. And we’re already checked in to your honeymoon sweet. What if we... played husbands?” Asked George.

“Are you seriously suggesting that we pretend to be a newly married couple??” Asked Jerry.

“Hell yeah son. Think about it, we already know we’re sexually compatible, and you have to pay for this hotel room anyway, it’s too late to cancel. Besides, you owe me for having sex with my body yesterday without my consent,” argued George.

“Fine, you’re right. I guess I’ll tell the would-be wife that you and I are gonna use the honeymoon stay for a father son bonding trip,” said Jerry, now also blushing at the prospect of playing married couple with his silver fox of a dad.

“That’s more like it. I’ll show you just how loving a husband I can be, son,” said George, pulling Jerry over the bed and into a kiss. Though George’s arms were the ones to strong arm him over there, it was Jerry’s tongue that was playing the active role in his dad’s mouth, chasing his tongue around, sending butterflies up in both of their stomaches. It was gonna be a sweet honeymoon.