Evan and his dad, Adam, have had quite the father-and-son experience. From being close during Evan's childhood, to drifting apart during his teen years, to growing closer in a new and unexpected way after turning eighteen, just after his parents are separated.
But this new closeness has its challenges. No one could ever know about it, and they can't ignore the guilt and shame that come with their new bond. First, there was the temptation that brought them as close as they are now. Now, the desire lures into another private time together.
As round two of their private bonding begins, things between them continue to progress with an intense desire that's impossible to avoid. Evan is even willing to submit in a way he's never done before. But how long will this new bond last? Will Evan's parents stay separated forever?
Father Me With Desire is a 5,000 word short story.
I dried my blondish hair to keep the waterdrops away from my face, and I headed out of the bathroom. I stopped with widened eyes and a jumpy heart at Mom and Dad’s door at the far left where the darkening hallway ended. It was cracked open like yesterday. That could only mean one thing: Dad was in there.
Naked and horny.
I knew it was best to just go back to my room and do my own thing for the rest of the day, but I wanted to get closer to Dad. I was torn now. It was still wrong, very wrong, but the desire seduced me in ways I found impossible to fight. I’d already let the temptation win me over yesterday, and the desire I felt today could easily win as well. Had I been in a monogamous relationship, it would’ve been a different story. But I was single and available.
Defeated by the desire, I sneaked straight ahead to the end of the hallway and stopped at the crack of the door. I peeked through it and almost jumped when Dad stared right back at me as if knowing I’d show up. Yep, he was naked on the bed. This time, I stepped back and didn’t look any further. Why was I nervous after we’d jacked off together yesterday for the first time?
“It’s not gay to come in, you know,” Dad said in a soft tone, not upset at all. His deep voice made me hard and molten every time. From the sound of it, he’d been drinking again too. He and Mom were still not talking after their big fight recently, among many others, so I imagined he’d drink the drama away every chance he got. “Your mother’s still not coming home tonight. I texted her to make sure.”
After a pause, I slowly opened the door and entered, the sunlit room a little cooler with the window open and the fan on low. I stood within a respectable distance from Dad. He stroked that monster of his, making squishy sounds from the lube. My leaking boner grew hard enough to unwrap my towel by force, falling on the floor. I looked down but didn’t bother picking it up.
“You don’t need it.” Dad’s sexy voice didn’t help with taming my desire for him, and his strikingly-blue eyes, as blue as mine, continued captivating me into full submission. His scruffy, gracefully-aged face always made me swoon. “Come in and close the door. Lock it too.”