Dad works long hours during the week, so he likes to lie late on a Sunday morning. Mum goes to church, and while she’s out the house, I always took Dad a cup of coffee to drink in bed. I’m a dutiful son, and he deserved the odd treat. And it’s not that I didn’t get a treat as well, checking out my father’s big butch chest, then going for a wank straight afterwards.
His chest was all I got to see until recently. But with my eighteenth birthday approaching, I started to find Dad in more revealing situations, with the sheets covering progressively less of his body with each Sunday that passed.
I celebrated the big birthday on Friday, and look what I found today when I took Dad his coffee. No sheets at all, just a hand, which Dad removed from his genitals to place behind his head.
“Put the coffee down, boy. Let’s not waste any more time with all that nonsense. You’ve wanted this for a while, and so have I. We’ve got an hour before your mum comes back - enough for your first suck on a cock, and for me to take your sweet anal cherry. We’ll have more time later, though. Now that you’re legal, we’ll go for a drink while Sunday lunch is being cooked. It won’t be booze you’re drinking, though. It’ll be spunk from your dad’s hyperactive balls.”