Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2023 17:10:52 -0700 From: Da So Subject: Son embrace after college denial Pt 2 This is pt 2 of my original submission. This is a story of the beginning stages of a father-son incest situation. This story is pure fantasy. This story is not meant to offend, if so, please move along. If you like my stories so far - Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories -- please donate with this link https://donate.nifty.org/ Here I was -- now back in my bedroom -- I slipped off my shorts just staring at these presumed cum stains. I'm replaying the last 5 min over and over and over again in my head -- so confused yet so oddly excited. Did he break away from our embrace because he was embarrassed from possibly cumming against me or was it really because the disparagement of not getting into his main college and needing to be alone? I peek out of my room and look over to Aarons door -- closed, lights out. Thank god! I sit on my bed, holding my shorts -- fuck, I'm about to smell them -- I'm smelled them. I say to myself, "Ok Doug, stay calm, just don't taste these wet spots." Fuck, I tasted them. That was definitely the smell of cum but unfortunately no particular taste -- but knowing this literally came out of my son -- I'm now harder than a rock. I take the shorts and start caressing my cock with them -- making sure my cock can feel the cum stains. I then start to rigorously start jerking my cock with these shorts with just the replay in my head of Aaron breathing hard in my ear -- with that hot breath and then convulsions and then pulses against my leg. Well then, I fucking erupt -- cum harder than I ever had -- my cum now mixed with his cum stains -- his cum now mixing with the cum that made him. I carefully place these shorts on the top shelf of my closet -- next to my important life shit box -- because I definitely know my cock is going to bring me back to these shorts and I need to know where I hid them. This was a long fucking day and I need to head to bed -- physically and mentally spent meanwhile so curious about how tomm might go. Crazy dreams last night -- woke up with insane morning wood and wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't -- did I dream last night? Was this shit even real? I went into my closet to double check on the cum covered shorts and they were right there -- yeah this shit was real. Given my hardon -- I just piss in my shower and think about what the fuck is going to happen today concerning Aaron when I go downstairs. I throw on some pajama bottoms and walk out of my room -- at the same time Aaron emerges from his room -- wearing a different pair of boxers from last night and no shirt. He stops dead in his tracks -- surprised -- eyes darting everywhere - but plays it off cool with a general -- "Hey Dad". I say "Hey son" and just follow him down the stairs -- not realizing that maybe all of my morning wood hasn't settled down and the tip of my dick is playing a bit of peek-a-boo with the open fly of my pajama pants. Was that what was causing Aarons' darting eyes or just the circumstances of last night? I quickly readjust and shove all my junk as far down as possible. Luckily the coffee is already on a timer and is almost done -- so doesn't leave that much time for small talk. We both grab our coffee and start to head back to our room to get ready for the day. Aaron turns to me and says "Hey Dad, later today I hear from 3 more colleges, so if you could be home again, I would really appreciate it!" Being a single parent is hard but the moment your child says that they need your presence -- you just get a sense of appreciation. I eagerly reply -- "Of course" I went to work and Aaron went to school. My mind racing the whole entire day -- it was so hard to focus on all of my clients -- just blabbing on about their issues, etc...my mind was literally just focused on my sons cum on my shorts and whats going to happen next, if anything. I head into a 2hr work meeting -- fuck, kill me now -- just thinking about what will happen when I get home tonight. I'm sitting in this meeting -- with our top client, there is a strict no phones policy because clients in the past have accused us of not being interested in their business or conversation if we even glance at our phones. The meeting finally ends and I get back to my office to see numerous missed text messages -- all from Aaron -- and my stomach drops! Aaron text messages: -Hey Dad, spoke to my guidance counselor today and feeling so much better about the denial last night -He told me not to worry and focus on the opportunity of the next 9 colleges- same as you! -He also recommended that we be ready to go when an acceptance comes in -- so needing my social security, birth certificate and any financial statements to either apply for scholarships or financial aid (do we even need that?) I know where you keep the important shit box -- so Im just going to grab that -- see you when you get home! To be continued.....