Ross knew he had to come up with something. He looked around the apartment in search of some errand to run. The floor had already been swept and mopped so thoroughly you could mirror. His trinkets had been cleaned one by one in great detail. Each piece of furniture had been placed according to feng shui and then back into their original position. Yeah, he had been keeping himself busy to occupy his mind but now that he had run out of things to think about, it only remained to face the truth. It was Ben. The stranger who had sucked him through the glory hole was his son.
The paleontologist felt his legs weaken and dropped onto the couch, smacking his palm to his forehead. He couldn't believe he had gotten himself in such a fucked up situation. His head was splitting. "I-I'm sorry, I gotta go". That phrase haunted him throughout the day. He kept playing back the moment he had realized what was going on and had run out of the restroom stall in a panic. Jeez, he had pinched his cheek the whole way home to wake up from that nightmare but to no avail.
A beep on his phone brought him back from his memories, making him wince. Since the "affair", he had been living in fear that somebody had found out what had happened. Because of that, he hadn't been out of the house much lately, isolating himself from everything and everyone. He was mortified... just not by the reason he wanted it to be. That night had been an unintentional mistake, beyond his control, which kinda relieved his guilt. So why every-time he thought of that, his dick twitched hard? What the hell was wrong with him? He hadn't been able to masturbate since then because he kept picturing Ben's mouth around his shaft, blowing him. God, he didn't know whether he could have looked his son in the face ever again.
Ross reached for his mobile to check it, hoping that would help him stop his train of thought but it didn't. It was a text from Ben. His stomach knotted in tension. His son had attempted to contact him several times. He had messaged him, even tried to phone him but the paleontologist had never picked up. What was he supposed to say? "Dad I need to talk to you". "Call me as soon as possible". "Reply please". These were only some of the texts he had gotten. It was excruciating. This last one was different, though. It was... a video.
From the blurry thumbnail he couldn't tell what it could be. It looked like... Ben's bedroom. What the...? While he tried to get his head around it, a dark thought popped in his mind. And if his little boy had somehow hurt himself? Terrified, Ross didn't hesitate any further and pressed play. As the recording began it showed indeed his son's room. He recognized the dinosaur sheets, a gift for his 18th birthday, and the cluttered desk in the background. Nothing seemed out of place, at least in the first seconds until Ben appeared in the shot. He climbed onto the bed, on all fours, right at the center of the frame, just... with nothing on.
The paleontologist's heart skipped a beat as he saw his son, with his back turned, wiggling his bare ass in the air. The mobile slipped from his grip as he stared wide-eyed in front of him into space. Oh, for the fuck's sake. His cock throbbed uncomfortably, straining against the seam of his pants as light moans from the audio of the footage were still playing. He was frozen for a moment, elaborating it all, then his gaze fell on the phone. He had to stop the video and delete it... delete it immediately. He picked up his mobile and paused the recording right when Ben was parting his ass cheeks, exposing his pucker opening.
That sight got his trousers so tight that Ross had to tug at his boner and unbutton 'em to ease some of the pressure. He was enraptured by that still image. Well, his son had objectively a nice butt... Round and bubbly. Way better than many girls'. His mouth watered as his free hand trailed down to his crotch and rubbed his bulge. No, that was wrong. The paleontologist shook those dirty thoughts off of his brain and halted, putting down his arm.
That was Ben, his blood. He had watched him grow, rocked him as a baby, it didn't matter that he was of age now or sexy as fuck. Ross cursed himself for it. Who was he kidding? Flesh was weak and he was a horny pig definitely going to burn in hell. It seemed fair. Therefore, he lifted his phone and resumed the video, sliding his hand into his underwear and giving his junk a vigorous squeeze. His eyes were glued to his son's body, mesmerized by the way he was kneading his butt. Lord knew how much he regretted not having spanked him more often as a kid...
With no inhibitions anymore, the paleontologist took out his 7,5 inches erect cock to wank more freely without the annoying fabric constricting his movements. It was then that Ben turned his head over his shoulders and smirked naughtily as if he could see his father through the footage. It caused Ross a sense of shame mixed with arousal which made him speed up his strokes. Little did he know what would have happened next...
His son, with his gaze kept on the camera, stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking on 'em greedily and covering 'em in his spit. The paleontologist couldn't hold back a strangled grunt. He remembered well how those tender lips felt and that tongue which knew all the right spots to hit to give him pleasure. Ben didn't stop there this time, no. He brought his saliva-coated index to his entrance and gently teased it, circling the rim with its tip.
"Holy shit, he's not going to-" Ross swore, his hand pumping his dick up and down at an increased pace. He didn't have time to finish saying that his son was dipping his digit into his quivering hole, whimpering at the intrusion. A hoarse groan escaped the paleontologist's mouth. There was still this humming in the back of his brain but he chose not to listen to it, focusing on Ben fingering his ass.
Ross could tell his son wasn't usual to it, looking rather clumsy and tensed, but that only made things more exciting. He was swirling his thumb over the head of his length, smearing the leaking precum all over his shaft just like lube as he enjoyed the show. It was so hot. Ben had now overcome the initial resistance of his tight ring of muscle and was working it open.
His feeble moans were like music to the paleontologist's ears. God, was he close. He wanted to cum so bad but reluctantly let go of his raging-hard cock. It was one thing to jerk off to his son, it was another thing to actually climax thinking about him. He had already crossed too many lines and didn't mean to overdo it. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off of the screen, watching Ben add a second digit in and scissor 'em, squirming under his own touch. He had to fight the urge and clench his fist as his junk pulsated painfully, aching for release. No, he wouldn't have given in. Then, something unexpected occurred.
"Fuck me, daddy" Ben whispered between soft groans while grinding back onto his fingers to get more of 'em. That was it. Ross couldn't help himself and came untouched to those words with a sharp cry. 9 squirts of white, hot jizz erupted violently from his dick like a real volcano, spilling everywhere. Most got on his shirt and couch, the rest splashed over his phone and some even on his face.
The recording came to an end a few moments later, leaving the paleontologist confused and exhausted as he panted, sweaty and red, covered in his sticky cum.