Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
The signs had been piling up. I just got home, and I could sense that something was going on.
I felt a strange compulsion to check out the Master Bedroom, where my Dad sleeps.
Something caught my eye. Just a glimpse, really, hardly noticeable. In the wastebasket, almost completely obscured by facial tissues, was the off-white color of latex. Obeying a perverse compulsion, I reached down and pulled out the item in question. Sure enough, I found, wrapped inside a tissue, a condom. Semen filled the receptacle tip, and the outside of the condom was wet as well. To be sure, it smelled like a vagina. The semen in the tip felt warm, so I knew it had been freshly used. Further investigation of the wastebasket contents found the condom wrapper, a brand I never use, but one Dad employed when he was still married to Mom.
I was jealous, true, but these discoveries also got me extremely aroused. I couldn't understand how this evidence was such a fucking turn-on for me. My Old Man is fucking my girlfriend! But here I was, looking at his semen, the life-juice from whence I came, and from the looks of it, can still easily give me lots of little brothers and sisters. Ejaculated from his 53 year old penis, which was giving pleasure to and getting it from my girlfriend from inside the condom I'm holding now.
Opening up the end and bringing it to my nose, I inhaled the pungent odor of my Dad's ejaculate. Still holding my fingers to the outside of the tip, I felt the semen through the latex. Next, I stuck my fingers inside, and felt the consistency of the love juice inside. I poured a bit out on my tongue. Damn, I can't believe I'm eating my own Father's hot cum!
I couldn't stand it any longer. I whipped out my aching boner, and slipped the used condom on my penis. I relished the thought of soaking it in Dad's cum, right inside where his cock had been. I imagined his dick inside my girlfriend's pussy, thinking of how good he felt thrusting it inside her, and then I imagined my girlfriend enjoying my Old Man penetrating her, giving her pleasure, as they both got closer to orgasm. I Rubbed myself through the condom, and before I knew it, I was shooting my own load inside.
When I finished, I cleaned up, and placed the used condom back in the wastebasket, trying to cover it with tissues and make the basket look the way it did when I found it as much as possible. I pulled my pants back up, but although I just ejaculated, I quickly found that this whole scene gave me erection problems for the rest of the day.
I am a 24 year old man, with very limited sexual experience. When I was a teenager, the girls either ignored me or otherwise wouldn't have anything to do with me. I certainly don't think I was unattractive or anything, girls weren't interested in me. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 19, to a drunk girl at a party who cornered me. We had sex quickly. I was so scared, so afraid I couldn't perform, so anxious it wouldn't work out. I did have an orgasm, but what with all the stresses, I really didn't enjoy the experience.
When I reached 20, I tried to open up. I would try to talk to girls, but it never went anywhere. I had a couple of dates, but nothing ever really happened on them. One time I thought I was getting somewhere with a girl, only to have her snatched up by a friend of mine. The only sex I had in my early 20s was one time when a girl asked me to give her a ride home. She explained that she had a boyfriend, but that they had a fight, and she got out of the car and started walking home. When we got to her place, she asked if I wanted anything from her. By that I was thinking she was asking if I wanted gas money. When I said I didn't need anything from her, she surprised me by unzipping my pants, and giving me a hand job, then planting a quick kiss on my mouth, and quickly dashing away. Though it was only "heavy petting," the experience was a lot more enjoyable than the anonymous fuck at the party a couple of years before.
Then I met Sandra last year, at age 23. She was a lot more experienced than me, and we got to know each other. She started sleeping with me, and I had the first real enjoyable sex of my life. We were doing it on a regular basis, and she said that I was the only man she was sleeping with, but not to think that would always be the case. Soon she moved in with me, and things seemed to be going quite well.
The thing is, I am living at home with my Dad. He's been living alone since my parents divorced when I was 16 years old. I moved in with him when I was 18. The truth of the matter is that, since the divorce, he has been alone and lonely, and to my knowledge, hasn't slept with any woman. Generally, I get along quite well with Dad.
Me and Sandra had also been getting along quite well. But for the last two or three months, Sandra had reminded me that she had told me a couple of times that she would sleep with other men if she found any she was interested in. I thought nothing about it at first. She then talked about my Dad, saying he wasn't such a bad-looking man for his age, and all that. She started doing little things for him, such as making dishes for him the way he likes them, and giving him a pat or something like that. Soon they were getting friendlier with each other. But still it didn't occur to me that anything was going on.
It only occurred to me that my girlfriend was having sex with my Dad just a few days ago. At first I just dismissed it, and then I thought it may have been possible, but I wasn't betting any money on it. But Sandra became more obvious with her flirting, and my Dad flirted back. Soon she started kissing and hugging my Dad just like she always did me. I started to become suspicious. And now I had the proof that they were fucking.
I didn't say anything, but went around the house as if nothing had happened. Sandra hugged me as usual, and my Dad acted just like he always has, but he seemed unusually happy. She made my Dad's favorite dinner, and served his favorite dessert. Sandra kept patting him on the head and rubbing his back as she served, and Dad was really enjoying the attention. After the dessert, she planted a kiss on his lips, and caressed his face. I couldn't help it, but I kept getting hard-on problems, thinking about my girlfriend and father having sex.
I went to bed that night before Sandra. The images of the day-- Dad's semen-filled condoms, me jacking off in them, my girlfriend being sweet and affectionate with my Dad-- got me jealous as hell, but also made me pop one hell of a rock-hard boner. I was about to rub one out, but something told me to wait.
I felt a strange compulsion to check out the Master Bedroom, where my Dad sleeps.
Something caught my eye. Just a glimpse, really, hardly noticeable. In the wastebasket, almost completely obscured by facial tissues, was the off-white color of latex. Obeying a perverse compulsion, I reached down and pulled out the item in question. Sure enough, I found, wrapped inside a tissue, a condom. Semen filled the receptacle tip, and the outside of the condom was wet as well. To be sure, it smelled like a vagina. The semen in the tip felt warm, so I knew it had been freshly used. Further investigation of the wastebasket contents found the condom wrapper, a brand I never use, but one Dad employed when he was still married to Mom.
I was jealous, true, but these discoveries also got me extremely aroused. I couldn't understand how this evidence was such a fucking turn-on for me. My Old Man is fucking my girlfriend! But here I was, looking at his semen, the life-juice from whence I came, and from the looks of it, can still easily give me lots of little brothers and sisters. Ejaculated from his 53 year old penis, which was giving pleasure to and getting it from my girlfriend from inside the condom I'm holding now.
Opening up the end and bringing it to my nose, I inhaled the pungent odor of my Dad's ejaculate. Still holding my fingers to the outside of the tip, I felt the semen through the latex. Next, I stuck my fingers inside, and felt the consistency of the love juice inside. I poured a bit out on my tongue. Damn, I can't believe I'm eating my own Father's hot cum!
I couldn't stand it any longer. I whipped out my aching boner, and slipped the used condom on my penis. I relished the thought of soaking it in Dad's cum, right inside where his cock had been. I imagined his dick inside my girlfriend's pussy, thinking of how good he felt thrusting it inside her, and then I imagined my girlfriend enjoying my Old Man penetrating her, giving her pleasure, as they both got closer to orgasm. I Rubbed myself through the condom, and before I knew it, I was shooting my own load inside.
When I finished, I cleaned up, and placed the used condom back in the wastebasket, trying to cover it with tissues and make the basket look the way it did when I found it as much as possible. I pulled my pants back up, but although I just ejaculated, I quickly found that this whole scene gave me erection problems for the rest of the day.
I am a 24 year old man, with very limited sexual experience. When I was a teenager, the girls either ignored me or otherwise wouldn't have anything to do with me. I certainly don't think I was unattractive or anything, girls weren't interested in me. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 19, to a drunk girl at a party who cornered me. We had sex quickly. I was so scared, so afraid I couldn't perform, so anxious it wouldn't work out. I did have an orgasm, but what with all the stresses, I really didn't enjoy the experience.
When I reached 20, I tried to open up. I would try to talk to girls, but it never went anywhere. I had a couple of dates, but nothing ever really happened on them. One time I thought I was getting somewhere with a girl, only to have her snatched up by a friend of mine. The only sex I had in my early 20s was one time when a girl asked me to give her a ride home. She explained that she had a boyfriend, but that they had a fight, and she got out of the car and started walking home. When we got to her place, she asked if I wanted anything from her. By that I was thinking she was asking if I wanted gas money. When I said I didn't need anything from her, she surprised me by unzipping my pants, and giving me a hand job, then planting a quick kiss on my mouth, and quickly dashing away. Though it was only "heavy petting," the experience was a lot more enjoyable than the anonymous fuck at the party a couple of years before.
Then I met Sandra last year, at age 23. She was a lot more experienced than me, and we got to know each other. She started sleeping with me, and I had the first real enjoyable sex of my life. We were doing it on a regular basis, and she said that I was the only man she was sleeping with, but not to think that would always be the case. Soon she moved in with me, and things seemed to be going quite well.
The thing is, I am living at home with my Dad. He's been living alone since my parents divorced when I was 16 years old. I moved in with him when I was 18. The truth of the matter is that, since the divorce, he has been alone and lonely, and to my knowledge, hasn't slept with any woman. Generally, I get along quite well with Dad.
Me and Sandra had also been getting along quite well. But for the last two or three months, Sandra had reminded me that she had told me a couple of times that she would sleep with other men if she found any she was interested in. I thought nothing about it at first. She then talked about my Dad, saying he wasn't such a bad-looking man for his age, and all that. She started doing little things for him, such as making dishes for him the way he likes them, and giving him a pat or something like that. Soon they were getting friendlier with each other. But still it didn't occur to me that anything was going on.
It only occurred to me that my girlfriend was having sex with my Dad just a few days ago. At first I just dismissed it, and then I thought it may have been possible, but I wasn't betting any money on it. But Sandra became more obvious with her flirting, and my Dad flirted back. Soon she started kissing and hugging my Dad just like she always did me. I started to become suspicious. And now I had the proof that they were fucking.
I didn't say anything, but went around the house as if nothing had happened. Sandra hugged me as usual, and my Dad acted just like he always has, but he seemed unusually happy. She made my Dad's favorite dinner, and served his favorite dessert. Sandra kept patting him on the head and rubbing his back as she served, and Dad was really enjoying the attention. After the dessert, she planted a kiss on his lips, and caressed his face. I couldn't help it, but I kept getting hard-on problems, thinking about my girlfriend and father having sex.
I went to bed that night before Sandra. The images of the day-- Dad's semen-filled condoms, me jacking off in them, my girlfriend being sweet and affectionate with my Dad-- got me jealous as hell, but also made me pop one hell of a rock-hard boner. I was about to rub one out, but something told me to wait.
