asking for it

A hand squeezes your thigh — your dad’s hand — as the climax approaches. Literally. 

The girl on the screen, a pretty blonde with a prettier O face, starts to keen, her body shaking something fierce. The big, muscled hunk pounding into her increases his pace, groaning through gritted teeth like a wild animal. 

“Look at that,” Leon murmurs breathlessly, awed and incredibly, obviously horny. You can tell ‘cause the groin of his pants is pitched, straining painfully against the rigid fabric. He’s so hard. It looks uncomfortable.

You swallow thickly, nodding along slowly. For a while, you’ve been trying to wane off that flickering arousal, too aware of your surroundings — of your literal father right next to you — to truly immerse yourself in this little bonding activity that Dad swears up and down is for your own good. But now, as you watch cum spurt and dribble down that pretty blonde’s thighs on the television, you feel your own squeeze together in response. 

Dad groans, and your gaze flickers over. You stifle a gasp, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you watch him palm at himself through the rough denim of his jeans with his other hand — the one not touching you. He’s going so slow, so gentle, like he’s made of glass. What a priss, you think. But dad’s always been like that, at least now that he’s old and mellowed out. You can’t help but stare when he pulls himself out of his pants. 

His dick isn’t like the ones you see in your typical porn. It’s wrinkly and thick, slightly curved upwards, and long. Honestly, it’s ugly. It’s not pink or delicate, but brown and standing tall at attention selfishly. A real man’s cock. A hog, even. 

Leon fists his meaty length, like he’s choking it, then starts to pump it up and down, the skin pulling and bunching up wherever he moves his fist. The piss slit is already leaking a creamy, translucent slobber of pre; If you lean in a little closer and angle your head just right, you can catch a glimpse of his balls, saggy and wrinkled, hairy all over like a pair of coconuts, the pink skin faintly visible through wiry tufts. Jesus, forgive me, you think. I’m staring at my Dad’s balls. 

Shame coils hot and crude in your belly, making you squeeze your legs shut tighter than before. The pudgy fat of your inner thighs squishes together, sandwiching your twitching cock with a pressure so nice you almost make an audible noise. This is nothing like those late nights where you get a little frustrated and sweaty under the collar, desperate for something warm and wet to fuck your cock into–– something besides your fist. 

This… this is so much better. Indecent and disgusting, maybe, but better. Something about being so vulnerable in front of your father like this, horny and wanting, makes your chest puff out a little. You preen under every minuscule glance and coaxing murmur, but you don’t exactly know why. It’s not like he neglects you or anything. There’s no reason to be acting so deprived, but sometimes he’s a tougher nut to crack than expected when it comes to… emotional investment…? Familial involvement? It’s hard talking to someone so… 

A multitude of descriptors pop into your head, but none of them fit. Dad’s just one of a kind. Harder to solve than any woman out there, and he’s a man. So… that’s why this feels so special. So intimate in ways beyond exposing skin. 

Leon picks up the pace, huffing and puffing out hurried breaths as he tries to keep up the rhythm. You smell the faint burn of whiskey on his breath, sour and cold. It’s disgusting. You wrinkle your nose, nauseated and dizzy. He speaks before you can mull the observation over, “Aw, sweetheart, don’t be shy. C’mon, it’s just your daddy, right? Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Thanks, Dad, you want to say sarcastically, but your mind fogs up at his implications before you can even try. 

“Yeah, but…” You blank, squirming closer to the armrest. Leon’s hand leaves your thigh to curl around your waist and bring you closer, an abrupt show of force that leaves you reeling— especially when you end up pressed against his side, inches closer to his glistening dick than you’d like. “Jesus, Dad!” You gasp, and Leon grins, eyes full of fatherly mirth. The contrast of his warm gaze to his hurried pumping makes you feel queasy, though not towards him, but towards the arousal that clutches you tight. 

He’s so casual about this. So casual about jerking off in front of his own son. 

Leon’s forehead creases slightly with exasperation when he thinks he’s given you more than enough grace. He only has so much patience. “C’mon, champ. This is just guy stuff,” he insists, pulling whatever he can out of his ass to encourage you. It doesn’t matter if it holds up or not. You look down at your groin, fixated on the timid twitches of your dick through your pants. Leon groans and lets go of himself, grabbing at the front of your pants and fumbling with the zipper. You gasp, freezing up like a rabbit at the sight of danger.

“Dad!” You croak. He grumbles at you to relax. 

His hands are so large. They’ve always been large. You remember those hands on your thighs whenever they had to change your diaper after a mess. Remember them on your shoulders whenever you had to be steadied while toddling up the stairs. Now, they’re grabbing at your penis, fondling and squeezing. It’s too much; you think you feel your brain shutting down. 

“Relax,” He repeats, cooing it this time. He’s not pumping you, instead petting. His thumb brushes over your glans and bumps into your slit, pushing forward like he wants to dip inside. You almost squeal. “It’s just daddy, sweetheart. Don’t you love when Papa touches you?”

Yes, but this is different, you wanna say. You don’t have to; Leon sees it in your face. He tsks, eyes falling from your face to your heated flesh in his palms. “Cute,” he teases, eyes lidded and fond. You feel your belly doing somersaults. Sweat pours down your skin, and you swear it’s starting to smell, but whether it does or not doesn’t matter, considering how much Dad seems to be enjoying himself. He’s panting like he just ran a marathon, and there’s a subtle shake in his hands that carries a discrete urgency. 

Quivering moans spill from your lips, your senses strangely heightened. It’s always been like this whenever you’re around your father. Before, it felt like it was born out of a need to impress him and gain his approval, but now, you’re not so sure. Maybe this is what you truly wanted this whole time. Not just daddy’s attention, but his dick, too. You want it all, actually. Everything. You wanna recreate the videos on the TV. 

Christ, he really brings out the worst in you. 

Leon’s dick is weeping so much that you feel bad for it. He’s neglecting himself for you, after all. There’s something about penises that is pitiful in general. Perhaps it’s how ugly they are. You can’t help but feel for ugly things. If not you, who else will? Dad’s dick is particularly ugly, but you guess it comes with the territory of old age. That, and it’s been passed around like it’s communal— or so you heard. Poor thing, all shriveled up and lonely now. 

You consider leaning down and laying your tongue on the slit to apologize, but your body starts to seize up before you can pursue so. Pleasure wracks every nerve inside of you, and you half-shout, half-cry. Three powerful spurts of cum gush out of your penis, soon lulling into wet little dribbles. You hiccup out a sob, slumping against the couch. About two short videos have autoplayed on the TV since Leon started playing with you. You sought glimpses of them between flicks of your Dad’s wrist, but nothing was interesting about them besides the titles. 

DON’T CUM INSIDE PLZ!!!

Bad Kitty Gets Punished With Hard Cock in Ass and Throat.

Amazing, but also embarrassing. You picture your Dad being presented with a catalogue full of these lewd videos with ridiculous titles, his face thoughtful as he looks them over with his hands on his hips. Very embarrassing. 

Leon’s tongue slips into your parted mouth, but you’re too weak to protest. You don’t feel like it, honestly. Your body buzzes all over like it’s being tickled from the inside out. Making out with your father is more exciting than you expected, bad breath and all. His stubble scratches your skin, and his cold nose smells like an old man’s stale coat. You push at his chest with a whine, too conscious of the littlest things. Leon’s soft laugh cuts into a painful-sounding groan.

You crack open your bleary eyes and glance at your thigh. Streaks of egg-yolky fluid cover it, thick like mucus and just as sticky. Your bottom lip wobbles, “gross…”

His dick is gummy soft now, all tired and pathetic against the fat of his thigh. The stench of masculine musk and heady sweat finally passes through your nostrils, making you wrinkle your nose and look the other way. Part of you wants to gag, part of you wants to stuff your face between his legs. The moans coming from the TV are annoying now. This girl is cute, too, but the man is a wretched thing. You huff and reach for the controller, shutting the display off. You’re both promptly engulfed in darkness.

“Hey,” Leon complains. There’s a glaring pout in his tone that makes you want to sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Thanks, Dad…” You trail off, flustered, wondering if you should say Daddy or not before ultimately deciding against it. “I have stuff to do, though… and I hate feeling sweaty.” It’s not a lie. You want to freshen up, and hopefully, if you angle the nozzle against your ear, the stream of water will clean through your head.