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This story was written for HandofBlades as part of my February patreon request days. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and incest.

The Right Person

My dad is a good person. The best I know.

All the time when I was growing up he'd tell me, my sister and my brother that when you met the right person, you'd know it. Then he'd look at my mother and smile. As we grew up, we carried that message close. We entered every relationship, friend or romantic partner, with open minds and open hearts.

Then, ten months ago, our mother kicked our dad out and shacked up with another guy. Some dumb piece of shit with a sports car and only a couple of years on me and my siblings. When we asked her why, when we questioned whether she was having some sort of mid-life crisis or something, she just shrugged like it was the most simple thing in the world. She said it wasn't that she hated our dad. It wasn't that he was anything but a good person. He'd always tried to give her all that he could. But apparently, especially in the last few years, that wasn't enough. He just didn't excite her any more. Those were her words, and I've never forgiven her for them since.

Yes, she has every right to be happy. To be free to be with, or not be with, whoever she wants. But... do I have to like her for finding her happiness at the expense of the one man who loved her more than anything in this world? Fuck no. Am I allowed to be a little appalled at the fact that someone can be so selfish as to fall out of love with someone because they don't entertain you? I hope so, yeah.

But, this isn't about her. This is about my dad.

After he got kicked out, he came to live with me. My brother and his fiance lived up in Canada, so travelling all the way up there wasn't really an option. My sister had just finished med school, and shared an apartment with three other residents. Me? I have a bachelor pad with a spare room. It kinda made the choice obvious, and I was happy to give him a place to stay at a time when he needed it most. So, for the best part of a year now, we've been roommates as well as father and son. Friends too. It took my dad a little time to adjust to his new life. To being single again. But, he didn't have a breakdown. He didn't quit his job, or try to get me to hook him up with one of my female friends, or start drinking every night, or anything worrying like that. It's been pretty great, all things considered. He's been pretty great.

And then, more recently, he's been dating. Well, talking to ladies online and by text. He got in touch with them through some dating website for mature folk. Divorcees and stuff. People in their forties and fifties who don't want to be out of the game. For weeks he's been telling me about this one woman. She was sweet, and funny, and so much of what he seemed to be looking for. She was a vixen, literally speaking I mean, but it's not like dad was looking to have any more kids, and species has never been a big deal to him.

Earlier tonight, they went out on their first date. It was so cute watching him get ready. All suited up, red in the face as he asked me if he could borrow a condom just in case. What a goofball. I was so happy for him. I really was hoping it would go well.

But... it didn't.

Apparently she'd seemed perfectly nice and polite during their online conversations, but in person... yeah, not so much. Complaining about the menu. Speaking shit about the server after their order was taken. Complaining about everything and anything through their meal before finally trying to get the whole meal comped despite dad saying he would happily pay for both his and hers. In the end he ended up doubling the tip for the server by way of apology, and after putting her in a cab... which of course he paid for, couldn't get home fast enough. I'm surprised he didn't leave an otter shaped hole in the restaurant wall before they'd even gotten their mains.

And now it's barely ten thirty at night, and he's been in bed, probably asleep by now, for an hour. And I'm standing in the corridor... looking at his door, and wanting to do something so very stupid.

I just want him to be happy.

I just want him not to be alone.

I want him to find the right person. For my dad to believe that there's still someone out there for him.

But... until then, why can't he just have some fun?

Someone to look after him.

To take care of him.

Someone to keep him from spending night after night without knowing how much he means to me. How much I want him to be... not just happy. Satisfied.

Pleased.

Pleasured.

Goddammit. I... I don't think I can't wait any longer.

***********

I slip into the bedroom. I hear his breathing. Slow, regular. He doesn't move. Doesn't acknowledge me. He's asleep. Good.

I move over to the bed, almost trip over something on the floor. Fuck. I look down, and... it's his underwear. I look around, on the floor surrounding me I see the rest of his clothes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He's naked. The mere thought of it... it makes my whole body burn.

My hand reaches out, I touch the bedding. I wait. I see if he reacts. He doesn't.

I lift the bedding, slide my other hand inside. Underneath the covers it's warm. Very warm. Soon, I touch his furred flesh. He barely reacts, but I have to hold back a cry of delight. I drop to my knees, eager to follow in the trail laid out by my hand. I find myself sliding under the sheets... more and more of me, until I'm with him in the bed. Hunched over under his cover, straddling his legs as he lies on his back, and feeling my way up the length of his bare legs towards my target.

If I stop for even a second, I know I'll lose my nerve. So I don't. I press on with my plan, and soon I can feel my hands hovering over the heat of his crotch. I swear, I can feel the warmth coming off it more so than almost anywhere else. I reach closer. Closer. My hands shake, I swear he's going to wake up at any moment.

Oh god.

I touch bare flesh. Exposed. Warm. Firm.

Fuck. He's already hard. Or at least, partially so. I reach out with my other hand, a little higher. Feel the fur upon his pubic region, at the base of his stomach. I feel his torso moving as he breaths, but no moisture. No dampness. If he's hard, it's not because he jerked off before bed. At least, not in any way that left a mess.

He's primed. He's ready for a release. At least, I have to believe that as I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke.

I feel him moving. Shuffling. I panic. I almost lose my nerve and bolt. But instead, I freeze. I remain perfectly long enough to feel his hips jerk, and his crotch to thrust upward against my touch. Silently, within his slumber, he begs me to go on. But, I don't. At least... not with my hands.

Instead, I crouch lower under the covers. I bring my face down to his level, inhaling the scent that is so familiar, yet blended with an arousal unlike anything I've ever smelled before. His unique musk. I breathe out with a loud gasp, and wash his crotch with warm air. His cock twitches, and I almost laugh out loud as it slaps me across the nose. A moment later though I'm too busy to laugh, because I start sucking him off.

I start giving my dad a blowjob.

My muzzle moves up and down his cock, bigger than I imagined, thicker too. Bigger than mine. The mere thought of that makes me blush, and suckle harder. He's twitching more now. More urgently, more rapidly. And then I can taste it. Droplets of pre-cum. Salty. Not sweet at all, entirely savoury in their flavour. Just knowing I know what my dad's pre tastes like now. I should be horrified. I should be disgusted with myself. But... all I feel is desire. Arousal. My love for him, growing by the second.

When I feel a hand upon my head, then another, I realise how much he's moving around now. How I can hear groans, deep and steady, over the thundering of my own heartbeat in my ears. The fingers explore my head. My hair. My face. They freeze, and then... a voice. His voice.

"Luca... o-oh... god. That feels good."

I pull my mouth off his cock. It slurps loudly as it leaves my lips. I hear him moan, feel his hips thrust in desire.

"Don't make me stop, dad."

His hands remain on my face. Touching my. Stroking me. Reassuring me as I hear a deep, husky groan from him.

"I won't. Keep... please, son. Keep going."

So, I do. I keep sucking and lapping at his cock. I keep pleasing him, and the more I do it, he more he comes to life beneath me. Shuddering, bucking, thrusting up against me, even holding my face to his cock as I hear him announce what must surely be his approach to orgasm.

And then... oh god. Then, it happens.

So much. More than I could ever have imagined. Or hoped.

Fuck. How the hell did this not entertain our mother?

I drink down every drop he has to offer, not spilling, not daring to risk spilling a single droplet that I could instead put to rest in my stomach.

And then... then I'm crawling up to emerge from the covers, and looking my father in the eye. I'm seeing his embarrassment. His guilt. But, before it can overwhelm either him or me... I see him push it aside. And I see him smile, and lean in, and kiss me on the mouth. Just a peck. But... not a fatherly peck.

"Thank you, Luca. I... I think I needed that. More than I realised."

He thanks me. I just sucked my own dad's cock, and he thanked me for doing it. It's not awkward. It's not weird between us. We're just lying there, face to face, talking even as my breath, scented with his cum, washes out over the muzzle that just kissed mine.

"You'll find someone to share this stuff with, dad. The right person. You're too good a person not to. I... I just... I needed to remind you of that. How much you have to offer. How desirable you can be. Y'know?"

I blush. I'm rambling. But he leans forward and kisses me again, this time on the tip of my nose, and it's all okay. He takes me into his arms. Pulls me close to his naked body. I hug him back, so very tight.

"I'm in no rush. I may not have a wife any more, Luca... but I know I have people who love me. People I love. And now... even people with whom I can share that love, when the mood strikes."

I feel his hand moving down my body. I'm still clothed, but his hands are soon on my ass. Rubbing. Squeezing gently through my sweat-pants. I gasp.

"D-dad... you... you don't have to... just because I did. You don't owe me anything."

But, he doesn't answer me. He just smiles, and kisses me on the lips again. A little longer this time. A little deeper. Then he rolls me over, onto my back, and straddles me.

And he places his hands on the waistband of my sweats.

And he pulls them down.

And he sees the bulge in my underwear.

And then...

Then he...

Oh god.

Oh god!

"O-ohh god, dad."

By Jeeves

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