Late Night Relief
Hey People of the internet. here is a short porn story i made on a whim, with the idea being offered by a friend of mine who knows my tastes well. i liked the idea and made it my own. and here we have.
Man, night classes were such a mistake. I yawned as I fought the urge to rest my eyes behind the wheel. The sun has long since set and the street lights lit the streets below them. Unlike during the day, the roads between home and the school are completely clear, minus a few cars that need to go somewhere at this late hour. With the hours I've been working, night classes were the only things available for me to take. Today was extremely exhausting since it was the one day of the week when I had work and school on the same day back to back. Maybe I should have listened to dad's advice about cutting my hours at work.
I walked into the apartment and was greeted with the soft snores of my father in the back. With how late it was, it made sense that he was already asleep. When I started the night classes, Dad would stay awake enough to greet me when I got home and cook some late-night snacks for dinner. But now that he works mornings, he can't stay up to greet me. It honestly feels lonely walking into this dark apartment.
I walked into the kitchen and saw a container on the counter. On the lid was a sticky note saying Dinner in Dad's handwriting. Inside parmesan-encrusted chicken sat on top of a heaping serving of rice. I stuck it in the microwave just enough to make it warm and ate it at the table.
After dinner, I cleaned the container and put it in the dishwasher. Normally, I would stay up a bit longer to go over the material in class, but I wasn't up for that now. I just wanted this day to end. I make the journey back to my room, but not before peeking inside my father's room first.
In his room, I see my dad's massive body sleeping on his bed. Dad must have kicked off the covers in his sleep as I saw his nude body with his big round ass facing me in the door.
Fuck. I feel myself get a bit heated from the sight. I crept inside the room and pulled the covers back over Dad's sleeping self. Dad didn't stir as I made my way out of the room.
Back in my room, I stripped off my clothes to cool down. While the sight of Dad's naked body wasn't new to me, lately the sight of it stirred something inside me. My body gets uncomfortably warm, my heart beats faster, and my dick gets hard. But the worst parts are the incestuous thoughts I would get of my Dad. Every time this happened, I would stop seeing my dad as the man who raised me and more like an object of sexual desire I want for myself. I told Dad about it, minus the thoughts, and he said not to worry about it.
I turned on my fan, letting its cold air try and cool me down. Think cold thoughts. Think cold thoughts. Winter. Snow. tundra. Swimming in winter. Ice cream. Sherbet ice cream. Dad's favorite rocky road ice cream. Dad eating ice cream in the nude. Dad eating his ice cream with his cum on the ice cream. Me sucking the cum out of that big cock he has and- I slapped myself. No cold thoughts. Think of something else. Food. Food might work. Spaghetti. Gazpacho. Sesame noodles. Pasta. Dad's pasta that he makes. Dad cooking naked with only an apron showing off his ass. Dad's huge ass. Fuck.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cold water rained down on me as I felt some relief from the heat. Even with the cold shower helping, I felt the heat not going away. It felt like I was in a hopeless situation. Each time this happened, it felt like my body just gets hotter and hotter. I am just not cooling down. I looked down at my penis, which has been fully erect, with annoyance. "What do you want," I muttered.
My thought wandered back to Dad. My desire for him is slowly eating away at the rational part of my brain. I just want relief from this oppressive heat I am in. Is the only way to feel relief to fuck my dad? I just fuck him and get it over with. I turn off the shower and dried myself.
I snuck into the bedroom once again. Dad hasn't moved since I last saw him. I pulled the covers off him, once again seeing his naked body.
My body heated up from the sight again. There is no going back. I am about to cross a line. I climbed onto the foot of the bed, in between Dad's massive thighs. In front of me was Dad's big round ass. I reached for the ass and squeezed it. it was as soft as a pillow.
I pulled the cheeks apart and saw Dad's asshole. My mouth watered at the sight of it. A taste wouldn't hurt me, right? I bent down and ran my tongue over the pucker.
I feel dad stir from my lick. I froze and pulled away as Dad pulled a pillow underneath his head and started to snore again.
I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Fuck that was close. Maybe this wasn't as good an idea then I thought. I looked at Dad's ass again and felt myself get hot.
Against my better judgment, I pulled Dad's ass apart again. I bent down and licked the asshole. Dad didn't stir but he let out a low moan. I gave it a few more licks, making circles around the hole with my tongue. Dad continued to moan.
Dad's moan emboldened me a bit. I stick my tongue past the anal ring. I felt Dad pushed back on my face. I wiggled my tongue inside Dad's tasty ass. I couldn't get enough of it for some reason. It didn't taste like anything but at the same time, it felt addicting.
"Fuck," I heard Dad murmur.
I pulled my head back. Dad went back to snoring.
Again, I released a breath I wasn't aware I held. I looked back down at the asshole, a bit stretched from my tongue. It was now or never. I pulled myself up the bed and aligned my cock with Dad's back entrance. I pushed my cock in as slowly and gently as I could.
Dad let out another low moan. I felt him pushed back against me.
I couldn't describe the feeling of how I felt with my cock in my dad's ass. It felt warm and snug in there like it was just made for my cock. I pulled out halfway before pushing my cock back in.
Dad let out another moan but didn't stir.
I continued to gently fucked my dad. My body still felt warm, but it was unnoticeable with the pleasure I was getting. I wanted more pleasure but didn't know how to get it. Something was missing, something that I needed.
"Mmmm, fuck harder," Dad said.
Dad's words clicked in my head, as though I found a piece to a nearly complete puzzle. I pulled back and slammed into my father's hips with an audible slap. Hearing that sound lit a fire in me. I continued slamming into my father's hip with all the strength I could muster.
Dad continued to moan from the fucking. The noises he was making only motivated me to continue. I wanted more, I wanted to hear my dad moan more.
More and more I felt the pressure build up inside me. I was close, I could feel it coming. I grabbed my dad's hip and slam into it one last time, letting out a loud moan as I came deep inside my father.
As the feeling of the afterglow washed over me, I collapse onto my father's back and fell into a dreamless slumber.
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I heard my dad's soft voice in my sleep, "Mitch. Mitch, it's time to wake up, I made breakfast." I feel my dad's hand grab my shoulder and shook me a bit. "Wake up, lazy bones. I have to leave in a minute for work.
"No," I complained, pulling the covers over my head, "I don't have work today, let me sleep." I buried my face in the pillow, determined to get more sleep.
Dad sighed, "alright, if that's what you want. Breakfast is in the kitchen if you want to serve yourself." I hear him move away from the bed and leave the room. Just before I try to sleep, I heard him yell, "Also, next time you want to use my ass like last night, use the condoms and lube in the nightstand."
My eyes shot open as the events of last night filled my head. Oh, Fuck.