Chapter 1: Jake Gets Home

I was downstairs in the laundry when I heard Jake’s car pull in the drive way. He was finally home from his date with Jen. Things seem to be going well between them. They had be going out for the last two years. They had met while in college as things appeared to be moving along nicely.

I liked having my son live at home with me since the big house was lonely empty these days. Jake’s mother Cara had moved out where Jake was two, after I broke the news to her that I knew she was cheating on me with her best friend Sally. However since I had been fucking Sally’s brother Rob, we remained friendly. Over the years I had a string of lovers, girlfriends and boyfriends, but lately I had gotten busy with work and hadn’t bothered to make an effort.

Cara and I had been stupid high school ... well sweethearts is not correct, so let’s call us fuck buddies. We were stupid high school fuck buddies that didn’t use protection. I was the resident Bi boy and captain of the swim team, she was my fag hag, a closet lesbian and a member of the school’s paper. Her tight virginal body felt good moving on top of my hard cock and without thinking I spent many weeks pumping my cum into her. And we weren’t shy about it either. We got caught fucking in multiple locations around school, including in class more than once, at the mall more than a dozen times, at her parent’s house. They flipped the fuck out. And at my parent’s house. I found out later that my father first fingered my step-mom and got a blowjob, before they stopped us.

Jake’s conception ensured that we get married before we graduated from high school. However I made sure that my son learned from my lesson. From a young age I drilled into my boy’s head the importance of condom’s whenever dicking a girl’s pussy. Little did I know how he would take that to heart.

I find folding laundry to be Zen like. As I spent several hours folding our cloths, I got to thinking about Jake’s date and that lead to thinking about my past dates and past lovers. I couldn’t help but grow horny with the memory of the lovers past. I’m just gonna take this shit upstairs and wank one off in bed.

Jesu, my son can be such a fucking pig some times. Look at this. Walking upstairs the place is a mess. The front door has been left open and his keys are still in the lock. Clearly the kid came home drunk again. I’m going to have to talk to him about this. This is not the first time. I know he is 21 and he is going to go out drinking, but if he can’t be responsible, then he can’t go out. There are also clothes leading from the front door thru the kitchen to the stairs. He was stripping the moment he got in. The kitchen is a mess, with the refrig hanging open too. Spilled juice on the floor. It does look like he tried to use a sock to wipe it up. A crumbs everywhere.

I sighed, and just rolled my eyes. Leaving the clean clothes on the counter, I started picking up Jake’s dirty clothes and headed up to his room to check on him. After all I can’t have him getting sick and chocking on his own vomit or something. Opening the door to his room I dropped his clothes in shock from the sight before me.

Jake did not follow my lead into swimming. He found enjoyment playing lacrosse. He was pretty good at it too. The game and all its running kept his body tones and in great shape. A fact that was now presented to me. Laying naked on his bed face down was my sleeping son. His legs hanging off the side of his bed exposing his smooth bubble butt. There was something about the crack in front of me that called out. I wanted to be a good father and walk away, but my cock was trying to take control and pull me forward.

I found myself behind my son’s exposed muscular ass, on my knees. My head cleared for a moment and I grabbed his shoulder and called out Jake’s name. Shaking him, he did not respond. I slowly slid my hand down his back, feeling his taunt rippling muscles. Rounded his baby smooth rock hard ass. Taking each cheek in hand I pried his firm ass apart exposing his rosebud. It was a dark purple, like it had been used and abused, a lot. I swiped a finger at Jake’s hole and it felt and I expected a straight boy’s cherry hole to be tight as I pushed my finger inside me. However as I pulled my finger out, a small stream of a thick heavy white cream followed.

Putting my finger in my mouth I looked at my son in shocked horror. I know that taste. With a grunting squee of hunger I pulled my son Jake’s ass checks as far apart as I could and buried my tongue inside his tight hole. Licking and digging at his pucker. Mining his ass for a bit of the tasty cum inside. Yes inside my son’s ass, my straight stud son’s ass was cum. A lot of cum. Cum he somehow got while he was on a date with his longtime girlfriend. And right now it was all mine to enjoy. I was going to rim my son and enjoy every single drop of cum from his tight little cunt.