Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2018 15:50:53 +0000 From: blantonbloomer Subject: Butt Slut Chapter 2 Butt Slut 2 by Blanton Bloomer As soon as I'd realized what I'd done, I stormed to my room and cleaned up in the shower. I began to cry when I thought of what I'd done to my son. Sure, technically, he'd done something to me, but the guilt was crushing me like anvils on my lungs. Not only that, but I was flooded with the guilt for fucking someone other than my wife. I loved her dearly, I really did, and I needed to tell her when she got home. I would definitely leave out the part that it was with Sebastian. That night, I dreamt about him. Over and over again. In the dreams, we were just fucking and fucking, to no end. His fat cock would rub my hole red in each dream, each in a different location throughout the house. I kept waking up with my own 6 inch cock throbbing. It didn't bother me that my own son had a bigger dick than me, if anything, it made me proud. But I shouldn't be thinking about my son like that at all! I thrashed around the bed until I finally found some sleep. I needed to talk to Sebastian, about how it could never happen again, and that I was just drunk, and not to tell his mother, because I would when she arrived home Monday morning. My sleep was interrupted by the smell of breakfast. I got out of bed, the air in my room filling with bacon and biscuits. It wasn't until I stood up that my hangover truly hit me. I clutched my head and moaned, much different than I had last night during the sexual escapade. I quickly pulled three aspirin from the bottle in the nightstand, threw on my boxer briefs, and headed out into the kitchen. And there was Sebastian, in a pair of tight blue boxer briefs of his own, cooking breakfast. In all of his sixteen years, I had never seen Seb cook, which worried me about how much last night might have affected him. Luckily, his back was to me as I came in, my eyes quick to notice how defined his body had gotten since starting soccer. He was still of average frame, but not his back had definition, and when he turned to greet me, he was already sporting the beginnings of abs that I was slightly jealous of. "Good morning," he said with a grin, turning back to tend to the breakfast. "There's a glass for you in the fridge," Curious, I silently walked over to the fridge and saw a glass of green gloop sitting in the fridge. Before I could ask, he said, "It's a great hangover smoothie recipe I found, works like a charm." Grabbing the glass out of the fridge, I took a massive gulp. Then I sat my glass on the table and looked at him while he sat food on the table. "And what would you know about hangovers? You're only sixteen." "Come on, Dad." He said flippantly, setting the table with bacon, biscuits, and some pancakes that looked like they tasted better than they looked. "I may only be sixteen, but I've drank at parties before. It's not a big deal, I'm careful. I've only ever been drunk, like, twice. Once at a party," He ushered me to sit down at the kitchen table, and I did so. He took his own seat before finishing. "And then last night." "About last night..." I started, but then fear ran a mile up my spine. "Sam's not home yet, is he?" "No, no, you're good." "What happened last night...I'm sorry. Oh God, Seb, I'm sorry. I didn't even know it was you until after. I was incredibly drunk and something like that will never happen again. You deserve better than me doing something like that, your mother deserves better than me doing something like that." "Dad, calm down." "I've never told you boys, but I'm bisexual," I kept rambling. "I used to have a lot of sex with men and women, but when I met your mother, I stopped being--" "A butt slut?" He said with a grin. I just ran with it. "Yeah, and I've never messed around ever until last night. It was like an itch I just had to scratch. And don't worry, I'm going to do the right thing and tell your mother, just not that--" "Just not that you got fucked by your own son?" I quivered at the mention of it, and so did my cock. No, I told myself. This was my son. I couldn't think or dream about such things. He was my son, and I needed to think about his innocence. But then I thought of my own question. "You were drunk last night?" Sebastian nodded. "A bit, yeah. Enough that my buddy had to drop me off." "So then," I didn't want to say it, but I had to. I had to clear some part of this guilt out of me, like unwanted trash. "So you knew it was me?" "I mean, who else was in the house?" Sebastian had that glimmer in his eye, and I'd seen it time and time again. This was making him horny. And thinking about his cock swelling made mine do that same. "Yes, Dad, I knew it was you." I sat on that thought for a minute. Not only had my own son fucked me harder and better than anyone ever had in my life, but on some level, he had wanted to? It was a lot to take in, definitely harder than it was to take him in my ass last night, and that was saying a lot. "I came in, drunk, and there's this tight, willing asshole staring me in the face. Stacey hasn't wanted to be as intimate lately," The mention of his girlfriend of about a year only made me feel even guiltiest about the whole thing. "And my cock was aching. So I just went for it. I'm sorry if you felt pressured--" "No," I couldn't help but smile. That was Seb for you. He hadn't done anything wrong, and yet he was the one apologizing. "No, I wanted it. I mean, really wanted it. I just thought you were someone I had talked to online." At this point, my cock was rock hard. Knowing that Sebastian was well enough to know it was me last night, that he enjoying shoving that perfect cock in my super tight ass, I felt completely overcome with sexual energy. But there was no way I was jeopardizing my son's integrity again, I didn't care how horny I was. It couldn't happen again. "Listen," Sebastian started. "I'm not saying it doesn't suck for Mom, or even you, since you've been depraved all these years of something that you clearly enjoy. But I've had sex dozens of times, all with Stacey," he assured me. "But she has never, and I mean ever, taken my cock the way you did last night." I pushed every sexual thought out of my head and said, "Seb, we made a mistake. And it can't ever happen again. You're my son." "I know," Sebastian cleared up. "And I love you like my Dad, I'm not in love with you or some dumb bullshit. I'm just saying...I enjoyed it. Best fuck of my life." Ugh he wasn't making this easy. And my dick was twitching in my boxer briefs, straining to get free. Sebastian then got bold and stood up from the table, where I could see his raging boner in his underwear. There was a growing wet spot on them, his precum leaking at an alarming rate from all the talk. He walked over to me, stood right in front on me, and smiled. "We don't have to do it again if you don't want to, I just need one thing, and I won't bother you about it." I gulped before I said, "What is it you need, Seb?" "I wanna hear you say how much you enjoyed it." He bent down to talk directly into my ear. "Just say, `I loved my sons cock inside of me'. Say it, and I'll forget it happened." "Seb--" "Come on, Daddy," He was pushing me towards that phrased and I have to admit, it was turning me on. "Say you loved your son's cock widening your tight hole. Tell me you loved my fat cock giving you the roughest fuck of your life. Say you would do anything for your son's cock." Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "I loved getting fucked by my son's cock!" I screamed, looking him in the eyes. He smiled again. "Then what are you waiting for?" His gaze went down, and I followed to see him gesturing to his bulging pride in his underwear. The wet spot was bigger than ever, his precum a precursor to his level of horniness. I threw all thought out the window as I smashed my face against his cock, rocking the chair I was sitting in forward a little. He moaned as I licked at the tip of his cock through his underwear, lapping at the precum stain waiting for my eager tongue. As he kept moaning and pushing his crotch against my face, I decided that my son was about to learn my other truth: not only was I a born cum dump, but my deep throating skills were unmatched. I shoved his boxer briefs down and his heavy dick smacked me playfully in the face. Sebastian laughed a bit, feeling a bit playful himself. I just smiled and took a hold of his cock, rubbing it all over my face. Precum smeared into my beard and mustache as I played around with it, teasing him just enough. I repositioned my hand, wrapping it snug around that base of his big dick, and I put the tip in my mouth. Sebastian lulled his head back in ecstasy as I immediately shoved all 8 inches of my son's cock in my mouth, until my face breathed in the scent from his bare shaven pelvis. That was the thing about being a masterful cocksucker. It only worked if you had no gag reflex. My ass was made to take raw cock, so it only made sense that my throat was perfectly equipped to take monster cocks. I'll admit, I was fairly popular in high school and college because of both my attributes. But I had never quite enjoyed but it as much as I was now. It suddenly didn't matter that he was my son anymore. He was a cock. And I was a cock whore. So I did what I did best. I slurped and sucked on his massive meat, making sure to tease his head with my tongue. But then Sebastian decided to take over. That's when he started face fucking me. He grabbed my red hair on both sides of my head and shoved my face down in his cock all the way down. Then he would rip my head off of it all the way, moaning until my mouth was in front of his cock yet again, spit from sucking dribbling from my lips and onto the kitchen floor's hardwood. "You love sucking your sons's cock, don't you?" I nodded without hesitation. "I do. I was made to suck cock like this." "You want it, Dad?" "No," I shook my head. "I need it, son." "Need what?" "I need your cock, Sebastian. I need my son's cock to make me into the cum slut I've always been." "Much better." He moaned as he shoved my head back down on his cock all the way. He kept this up, lifting me off and back on over and over again for what must have been ten minutes. My own cock was leaking heavily on the floor, but I didn't dare touch it. I was servicing Sebastian, and nothing else mattered. All that mattered was his cock, me worshipping it any way I could and every way he wanted. I was a hole, made for his cock. And I was reveling in every second of it. Finally, he picked up speed, and instead of moving my head all the way off his cock, he would move it all the way to the tip, and then slam it back down. "Oh, shit, Dad." Sebastian grunted, still rapidly face fucking me. "You're about to get a mouth load of your son's cum." He looked down at me, our eyes locking. "Is that what you want?" I could only nod on his cock as he kept face fucking me, grunting my approval. His cock throat fucked me a few more times before he said, "Oh daddy, your boy is cumming. Oh FUCK HERES IT COMES. Fuck Dad, swallow your son's teen cum like the cum dump you are!" And I did, I swallowed every bit of his load. Once he started coming, I reached up to his cock and squeezed out as much as I could while he unloaded in my mouth. My son unleashed the thickest cum I had ever tasted, and also the sweetest. I knew this boy liked to eat fruit as a snack all the time, and clearly it was benefiting both of us. I cleaned his cock after he finished cumming, letting his drained dick fall out of my mouth. I looked up at him, smiling a little. He laughed, probably at the precinct still shining on my beard. "Well," I said, not knowing exactly what to say. "I guess there's no turning back after...that." "Oh, we're not done. Stand up." He was so commanding, it made me hot. So maybe that's why I listened to him like he was the parent, but I didn't care. In one quick maneuver, Sebastian ran a hand through his shiny mop of black hair and then turn me around so quick, it was leaving me with a little whiplash, thanks to the hangover. Now my ass was facing him, and he pulled my boxer briefs down and shoved me against the table, bending me over in front of him. I squealed in surprise, but it was swiftly replaced with moans as he started eating my hole. Holy shit, my son was eating my ass! I grinded against the table, my cock finally getting some attention and contact. But then Sebastian started to tongue fuck my hole, and I started to moan loudly like a true bottom. "Oh fuck, Seb," I moaned. "Oh shit, eat my hole." He lifted off my ass. "You like when I tongue fuck your tight hole?" "Fuck yes," I scoffed, arching my back and slamming my ass back on his tongue. "Don't stop, son. Fuck your dad's hole." Between Sebastian treating my ass like breakfast and my pushing back on his face, my cock couldn't take the movement against the table anymore. I started shooting before I could say anything. I just screamed, shoving harder against my son's face as I delivered the most intense orgasm onto the table, shooting thick ropes all over it. Once I climaxed, I stopped moving and Sebastian lifted off me. "I just love cake for breakfast." He snickered, slapping my ass. "Now, let's eat actual breakfast so we can clean up before Sam gets home." He was right, Sam would be home soon, and I didn't want him to come home to what has just happened. We devoured breakfast, cleaned up and, I'm not proud of it, but he ended up fucking me three times before Sam got home. I guess it was the sheer fact that it's been so long since I was regularly fucked as to how I was able to keep up with his teenage stamina. We had barely finished the third time when Sam walked through the door. After my youngest son was home, my eldest and I parted ways. I made dinner for the three of us, and we all went to our separate rooms. But that didn't stop me from thinking about Sebastian while I was going to bed. The guilt was getting less and less a part of me, and it wasn't overrun by pure lust and desire. I still loved my son as my son, but somehow, there was a separate part of him in my brain, the Sebastian that has spent our entire Saturday flooding my guts. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder if it'd happen again. My wife wasn't going to be home until late Monday morning. Who knows what Sunday would bring...