Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 08:38:08 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Forgetful memories (incest) (part 2) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** Steam fogged the cubicle I was showering in, the mist making clouds near the ceiling as I soaked. My body was still sore from the night before, my dad reaming me for hours before his mind slipped once more. Outside the curtain, I could hear my him joining me in the bathroom, my butt still tingling from his cock from the night before. I wished those nights with him would last forever, but as his memory was slowly wasting, I knew one day those nights would no longer return. I sighed and turned off the water. Between the curtains, I could just make out my Dad shaving, his tired face in the mirror, likely having forgotten our most recent fuck. Hot and clean, I didn't bother to hide myself as I pulled back the curtain; he had seen all of me before. "Hey," I said, moving behind him. As usual his eyes couldn't help but look at me when I came out, my body all wet and dripping. His eyes went as wide as saucers as I came over and stood right next to him, all completely bare. "Hey," Dad replied. "You woke up late," I continued. "Everyone is gone." "Yeah, I know. " Dad said. "I guess I overslept." I moved to dry my hair first, covering my head, still hoping he might know who I was. Even with his amnesia, I knew he found me sexy, and even though my head was covered, I knew he'd be checking me out like he always did. I took my time in drying, feeling his eyes roaming my skin. He'd be looking at me down there, my cock free for him to look at and use if he would just remember it was all his. "Where are your parents?" he asked as I brought my towel back down. "If you say everyone else is gone, did they leave you here or something?" "Your guess is just as good as mine," came my reply. It always hurt me when he asked stuff like that. As much as I wished he could remember one day to the next, the weeks had taught me that simply wasn't going to happen. My attempts at triggering a memory sooner had only led to days of him not remembering at all. I had experimented with all kinds of ways to try to get him to remember sooner but practice had told me I had to tease him like a slow burn. I had to show him myself and tease him up front, he had to connect the missing dots. It always took most of the day to get there, but it was better than going a day without getting anything at all. "They just left you here?" he asked. "My dad is pretty vacant these days," I explained. "You can look, you know? At my dick, I mean. It's not like there is anyone around." "I...don't know what you're talking about." he stammered, trying to deny what I already knew. "Hehe, you're funny. " I nudged. "Go on, touch it if you want." "No thanks. That's wrong." Why did it always have to be so hard? Only last night, he'd had his cock inside my ass, touching me in all the right places, fucking the hell out of me for hours. Why did one sleep make him go and lose it all? Every day, I had to start all over again when all I wanted was for him just to see me like he did only hours before. "Would you rather fuck me, Daddy?" I offered, turning to show him my bum. I hoped against experience that this time could be different, just once that I could jumpstart something sooner. At night my butt made him like an wild animal, my hole feeding his cocks appetite to cum, but by morning, it seemed to mean nothing to him. I know I have a nice bum, and I could probably get any other man to do me. As nice as it was, I only ever wanted it to be my Dad, yet my assets alone were never enough alone to break the morning spell. "You shouldn't do that," Dad said. "There are men out there who would." "Oh no!" I gasped jokingly. "Are you one of them?" Before I could say another word, Dad left without me, out of the hostel and down the road. The only road that was laid before me was another long day of waiting for him to come back and hoping I could get him to remember. -- Some time ago, my mom and Dad were in a bad car accident. I lost Mom straight away, but Dad seemed okay at the time, only getting a lingering concussion. As his cuts and bruises healed and our hearts mended from Mom not being around, I noticed my Dad slowly start to change. Silly things he would forget, and we would get into big arguments over the little things growing into bigger things and into things that mattered. He went to the doctor when he could no longer ignore it, and they said what I had known for a while. Slowly but surely, Dad was losing his mind, his memories lasting shorter and shorter time. Thankfully, the differences were slow from day to day, and he was basically my typical Dad by evening. By night's end, he would remember everything, but in the mornings, he would wake up a clean slate, and I would have to teach him all over again about us, what happened, and the kind of things we did with each other. I always knew Dad liked boys, including showing me how much he liked me on one of my birthdays. Getting him to fuck me was the quickest path for him to remember what we had, but it was getting harder and harder to get him to do it every time. -- "DADDY!" I called out when I saw he was finally home for the day. I was always so happy to see him that I couldn't contain it, knowing there should be at least one night with him alone. I went straight up to him to give him a great big hug, knowing during his day out, he usually remembered everything we had done together. "Can you please not call me that?" he asked, still stone-faced as before. "Why not, DADDY?" I gulped. "Don't you like it?" "No, I don't. Leave me alone." No. Had he actually forgotten me this time? Was today the day when all was lost? I felt a pit, like a sharp stone, deep inside me. Every other time after a day out, he would come back and know me, remembering all our fun times, like the world had just been playing a trick on us. "Could I take a private room tonight?" he asked at reception. "I'll pay the extra." "D...Daddy?" I croaked as he marched off without me, my calls fruitless as he went off on his own. "Here, kid," the receptionist said. "Take this spare key. All the staff know what you and your Dad are going through. Make the most of the time you have left, okay?" I was so thankful I couldn't find the words, sprinting after my Dad. I knew where the only private room was, and with just me and my Dad alone, I couldn't wait to get him to plug my ass with his big cock. Surely, he must have been close to remembering me again; he just needed a couple more sparks to ignite the fire I knew he had. "Let me in!" I called, reaching his apartment door. "Go away!" he called back. I shoved my key in the door and unlocked it. With the evening ticking on, I wanted to make the most of the time I had left before another day, and all this frustration started all over again. Today, it was like he was being especially difficult. I could see in his eyes he was still lusting for me; I just needed to tease him a little bit more. "Why are you being so weird today?" I asked. "Look, we're even in private now, so you can do whatever you want to me." "Why do you have a key?" He shouted back. "And why are you following me?" "Why are you acting strange, Daddy?" I asked, locking the door behind me. "I just want to be with you." "WELL, I DON'T WANT YOU!" he suddenly screamed, grabbing me and slamming me down onto the bed. "Ooh, now you're getting it!" I giggled, seeing a flicker of passion within him. "Flip me over and fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with your fat, juicy cock!" The fire in his eyes had returned, but I saw rage instead of lust in his eyes. I think behind the rage, he still found me sexy, but rather than making a move on me, I could see his fists were clenched. I didn't believe for a second that my daddy was too far gone to hurt me, but his anger staring down at me made me realise that perhaps the final day for us had come, and the thought of that caused a tear trickle to run down my face. "Why the fuck are you crying?" he demanded on top of me. "Cause you still won't do me, even though I'm letting you." "Of course not! I'm not going to fuck some random kid!" "You really don't remember, do you?" "What? No? What the fuck are you on about?" Please no. I felt a heat of sadness cross my face, a sadness I hadn't wanted to face since all this bullshit had begun. Was my daddy really gone this time? Had he completely forgotten who I was? Was I now really alone? "I miss you, Daddy," I croaked. "First mom, and now you. Your head, it's not fair. You're slowly forgetting. Forgetting everything. I love you, Daddy, and I want you back." Something changed in him. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope, despair not quite overtaking me. "What happened yesterday?" I asked, trying to get his dumb brain to remember. "How did you get here? Yesterday, you at least knew my name, but is that gone now too?" "You're not making any sense," he muttered. He lay on top of me, frozen and stunned. His fists had relaxed, but there had to be hope still; GOD, why did it have to be this way? I was so scared. Not scared because he would hurt me, but scared because he might genuinely be gone. PLEASE believe me. PLEASE! "T.. Tyler?" he finally asked. "Yes, Daddy!" I cried. "It's me!" Immediately my cock woke up, hearing my Dad finally say my name. His baritone voice echoed around me, his arms and legs holding me, which had only moments ago threatened me, turning instead into pillars of protection, his body a forcefield for me from all the horrible things in the world. "I'm... so sorry, Tyler. I couldn't remember." With his passion back, his hand slithered into my shorts, grabbing what he remembered was his. His strong hand wrapped itself around my already hardened cock, his grip powerful but caring, milking my precum with barely a touch. "It's okay, Daddy... Mmmmm," "Fuck, I could have had this all day, but I forgot." "Can you fuck me now? Please? Do whatever you want to me, Daddy." "Oh fuck, yes, Tyler. Yes!!" I span around so I was lying on my front, laying on my tummy, and pulling my shorts off. I stuck my perky butt out for him, pressing against his hardness and the shape of his cock like it was made to fill my hole. "Fuck me hard, Dad! Put your cock inside me. I already put some lube in there." "Fuck, you've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?" "Yes, Daddy...I have." The tip of his cock back against my bum was like it was coming back home. I could already feel the heat of his sex, the size and hardness of it. It had been inside me so many times before, and as I relaxed on the bed under him, I felt him enter me once more. The tip of his cock pushed open my hole, plunging and filling me from the inside. A smile spread across my face as I heard Dad moan behind me. I was so happy I could make him feel this way. "Oh fuck, Tyler." he moaned behind me. He slid all the way in until I could feel his fuzzy hairs pressing against the smoothness of my ass. I could feel him fully in me, the cock that had made me now labouring in and out of my ass, my Dad's balls pressed against my butt as he fucked. I exhaled as he pulsed within me. His cock was the perfect size and shape to push at my walls just a little bit. I arched my back as I felt him leave it in me, his tool throbbing inside and my hole yearning for his hot cum. My fingers clawed as he drew back out, slowly and mercilessly pushing in and out. I could feel every inch of him, even the flared head, as it dared to leave me, only to plunge all the way back in. I could hear the sounds of him--the sounds of his entry and near exit--and my Dad's breath as he panted and pushed. "I love you, Daddy..." I gasped as he crammed his entire cock into me once again. "Your cock goes so deep." "I love you too, Tyler. You like daddy's cock don't you?" "Ooohhh..." My boycock twinged with delight, rock hard beneath me, dads cock only able to reach the places inside me that felt so good. My entire body trembled as he took me, not stopping for me to catch my breath. He would fuck me for hours, cumming at least 3 times before he would be done. His cock could make me feel things I could never do, his cock rubbing me in places and causing intense rushes of pleasure, like a glow which washed over from my spine to my dick. Each time he was done he would lay inside me as we would cuddle. His cock would have a rest before fucking me again, pulsing inside, delivering its sticky white man stuff deep into my guts. -- Dad was still sound asleep when I woke up the following day. He had slept through his alarm from how exhausted he was, a long night of his fucking and using my every hole. I groaned and tended to my aching muscles, knowing that once more he would have forgotten me, overnight always making him forget. I dragged myself out of bed with him to clean up, heading for the nearby bathroom for a shower, awaiting him to stir. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************