Thirsty Dad

I didn't know why I had done it. It made no sense. But I felt so alive. I couldn't believe how horny I was.

I went upstairs and saw my wife sitting on the couch reading. She looked tired. We exchanged glances, then she got up and headed for the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She looked at me and smiled. "I'm going to take a nap. I'm exhausted."

"Okay," I said.

I went to the kitchen and fixed a snack. Then I curled up on the couch, and dozed off.

When I woke up, I walked downstairs. My wife was gone. I opened up the laptop and checked my emails. There was one from my son.

"Hey dad," it read. "I can't believe I fucked you."

I smiled.

"Me neither," I replied.

"I'm going to call you later, okay?"

"Okay," I wrote back. "Love you."

He sent another email saying he loved me too. He added a picture of his dick. It was hard and huge.

I masturbated thinking about it. When I was finished, I called my son.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hi," I said. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I sure did," he said. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"It was fun wasn't it?" I asked him.

"Very," he agreed.

"So... I'm glad you liked it," I said to him. "Do you want to have sex again? With me? With your dad?"

He paused.

"Yes, dad," he said. "I really want to. I mean, if you want to. I can't believe I actually fucked my dad."

"Well I want to, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me again, son."

"Good!" he said. "I'll be there in an hour."