Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2024 12:22:44 -0700 From: Da So Subject: Window Dressings: Part 2 This is a story of the beginning stages of a possible father-son incest situation, fueled by some dirty conversation. 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/ Troy and I ordered some Italian food for delivery. I pop open some wine and we start bullshitting about random shit. The food gets here, and we decide to take our wine and food into the living room and see if there is anything on tv that we can watch. We binge ourselves through hours of nonsense programming and now I am starting to feel the wine. Not sure if the wine is having any effect on Troy but I let him know that I am heading up to bed. He let me know that he won't be too far after me cause the wine is also making him sleepy. I head up to my room with also in the back of my mind wondering if something is going to happen with the Troy window show tonight. Usually when we all go to sleep all doors are always shut but I decided given the conversation of today and also the possibility of something happening in Troy's room, I decide to leave my door open ajar. My room is diagonal to Troy's room, so if his door is open, and I'm in bed, I can see in but just the window and the end of the bed. But if my door is open, Troy can only see me if he is standing near the window or at the end of the bed. I do my normal bedtime routine and get into bed with all of the lights out. I don't turn on the TV nor do I use my phone, to avoid all possible light. I'm literally just sitting there, staring at Troy's room, wondering if he is even going to go to bed and even more if he is going to close his door. A couple minutes later, I hear Troy walking up the stairs. I see him stop at his doorway, look at my room, then go into his room and close the door. One second later though, he opens it and leaves it halfway open. Not sure what's going through his mind right now to also do that for the first time ever. Troy shuts out all the lights, but I see him open the curtains. Oh, he is planning on a round 2 with Dale. He must have seen the cum on Chris's window. So, Troy turns on some sort of blue light so now I can make out a bit in there. I see Troy go in front of the window. I can't tell from this angle if he is naked or not. I can't even recall the last time I saw my son naked. Troy turns a bit to the right and holy fuck, I see his side silhouette and that fucking huge cock of his. Boy, he totally got his dad's dick and a bit more. My dick immediately starts to stand up and I slowly start edging myself, waiting for what's next. I see the familiar motion of an arm moving back and forth so I think Troy is jerking himself off. I start to up my pace of beating my cock as well. My mind wonders for a second to check myself that I am jerking off to my son jerking off, but I quickly refocus on what's in front of me. Troy changes his angle in front of the window a couple times. I still have no idea if he has an audience or not. Troy then stops jerking off and I see him make his way to the end of the bed. He bends over the end of the bed, ass up. Seems like he is just showing Dale his hole while he continues to jerk off. This now has me leaking like crazy, which is just creating so much more lube for my cock and getting me so fucking horny. I see Troy's hand go near his mouth and then he returns it to his ass. Fuck, is he fingering himself for Dale? I hear very faint moans now from Troy's room, fuck he is fingering himself. This goes on for a couple of minutes and I can't believe that my kid is going to make me blow watching this. Troy then gets up and decides to go up to the window again. I see his body buckling a little and I hear very muted grunts and ughs, over and over. This sends me over the edge, and I end up erupting all over my dick and chest while also hitting my face. I put my hand over my mouth, and I let out the quietest of moans, even though I tried to not make a sound. I stop in my tracks, covered in my own cum and I see the silhouette of Troy's head turn. I honestly don't know what to do. I can't move, I can't make a noise. Cum is literally dripping off my cheek onto my arm. Troy finally moves away from the window, closes the curtains, and quietly shuts his door. I'm not sure what to really think about what just happened but I have the opportunity to get out of bed and towel the cum off of me. I hope that I got rid of all the evidence but will do a quick check of the bed tomorrow morning. I wake up the next morning and get quickly reminded of last night's activities with the small bit of dry cum sticking to my chest hairs. I quickly looked out my bedroom door and I saw that Troy's door is still closed. Not sure what I was expecting given that he sleeps in til 11a. I slip into my robe and slippers and make my way downstairs to start some coffee. I'm sitting in the kitchen waiting for enough coffee to pour a cup and my mind is just racing. Did Troy hear me last night cum to him? Was Dale watching? Why did Troy close his door after he came? Why did he keep it open to begin with? Why the fuck did I? Is there another fucking load on his window that he needs to clean? I chuckled a bit with the last thought and decided there is enough coffee made for at least 75% of a cup. I grab my coffee and head back up to my bedroom. I jump into the shower, hoping to get rid of any remaining dry cum. I come back out of my bathroom, continuing to dry off and I see Troy's door open. I'm so concerned about his possible reaction to last night that I don't even realize that I'm standing there with a sliver of the towel covering a portion of my dick and my balls on full display. Troy walks out of his room, yawns and mutters, "Morning Dad" and then just walks downstairs. I realize that I'm basically buck ass naked but honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where he was, he looked so sleepy still. I continue to get dressed and after a couple minutes, I hear Troy come back up the stairs. He heads into his room, coffee in hand and screams out, "Dad, I'm headed out in a few for a run." He then proceeds to walk around his room, gathering his workout clothing. The door is still open, he always closes his door to change. The dynamic has switched between my son and I in the last 24 hours and I honestly don't know where this is heading. I'm guilty of it as well as I stand here with my eyes staring into the small portion of his room that is visible. Troy is turned away from me, near the end of the bed. He drops his pj bottoms revealing his hairy ass. I haven't seen my son's ass in forever and had no idea how many similarities there are between my son and myself. He grabs his jock strap and takes a bit of time positioning his dick in there. He pulls up his shorts and throws on a tank and I quickly retreat to my bathroom to avoid eye contact. I hear the front door close, so I know that the coast is clear. I make my way into his room, making sure not to disturb anything as I make my way to the window. I take a quick peek to see if Chris's curtains are closed, which luckily they are. I open the curtains wider to see Troy's massive load all over the window again. My eyes then dart over to Chris's window and I see a completely different load on his window. Well, I guess my question has been answered if Dale was watching again since his additional deposit is stained against the window. I think it's time for Dale and I to have a little chat. I close the curtains and leave them exactly as they were and make my way downstairs. I take out my phone and shoot Dale a text, "Hey dude, hope the awkwardness is fucking over, I spoke to Troy, come have a fucking beer with me! Enough already!" Dale responds immediately, "Yeah sorry dude, awkwardness over. I'll be there in like 15." I head into the garage and set up our usual foldable chairs and take a quick look to see if the fridge is stocked with beer. After about 15 minutes, Dale walks through the side door. Me: Well, welcome back! Here's your beer. Dale: Thanks Dude, again, I am sorry about yesterday. After the fact, I totally regretted it and honestly should have just minded my own business. Me: It's all good and honestly you were correct though about Troy needing to be more careful, even when trying to gross out Chris. And by the way, our boys are not fucking. Dale: Yeah, I know. I stepped in it with Chris yesterday too. He really let me have it since I came at him with guns blazing. Which is so weird for me to have done given that I would do anything for that boy and fully support him if he was gay. Me: Yeah, I told Troy the same thing. Dale: So, we are cool? Me: Yeah idiot, we will always be cool. No matter what. But I do have some questions for you. So, after a very revealing conversation with Troy yesterday, thank you for that, I told him that he needed to wipe his jizz off the window before his mother got home. He told me that he did and then went to the gym. I obviously didn't trust that he did, so I went to his room to check and then my eyes glanced over to Chris's window. Much to my surprise, there was a cum stain on his window and you are the only one home. Dale: What? What the fuck are you implying? It was probably some bird shit. I haven't power washed the windows on the 2nd floor in a while. Me: Dude, c'mon, it's me. You know that's not bird shit. You and I both know what cum looks like on a window. So, this morning, I was curious if any shenanigans happened again with Troy, so I went into his room after he went for a run. I pull back the curtains and there is cum all over his window again and low and behold there is now a different cum stain on Chris's window. Dale: (turning red and nervously trying to make a joke) Um maybe the bird has a bout of the shits and keeps perching over the window? Me: Seriously Dale with the fucking bird again? What's going on with you? Are you jerking off to my son? This is all so head scratching after your conversation with me yesterday. Dale: (hangs his head down and sips his beer) No, well it's not exactly like that. Let me explain. Me: Go for it! Dale: So my wife is at her sisters, but she is there indefinitely. We are in the midst of separating and both taking some time. We haven't fucked in over a year and ever since Chris went to school, we have been fighting all the time. I'm so fucking horny all the time with absolutely no outlet. Me: Woah, wait, why didn't you tell me about you 2? Dale: Well, I was super fucking embarrassed. I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. I'm such a fucking idiot that I thought if I repainted our bedroom that would somehow fix something in our marriage. Well that stupid task led me to Chris's bedroom and then Troy's window show. I haven't really said this to anyone before, but pre-marriage I was a bit more bi-curious. I pushed that so far down when I started seriously dating my wife and made the decision that the married/family life was the better life, the right life to so many of my friends and family. The urges have come during my marriage, but I quickly resolve them with a quick jerk session or some porn but mostly taking it out on my wife while fucking her and thinking of other things. Since it's been a year without that main outlet, unfortunately I grasp onto anything that gets me excited, especially if it's a solo jerk off session performance in front of the window. Unfortunately, the star was Troy. Me: Shit dude, I'm sorry. I obviously didn't know all of that and believe me I understand what you are going through. I have too many pervy kinks to list and I have to keep them at bay as well. I'm not going to lie that I am a bit uneasy that it's my son that is getting you off, but I get the fact that if it's literally right in front of you, how can you resist. You are also not the only one to blame here, not that this is going to help your horniness level, but my son revealed to me that he is an exhibitionist. He literally was trying to gross out Chris, but he admitted he wouldn't have minded if Chris watched. Chris is like a brother to him, so he assured me that there are no feelings there. Troy is an adult as well now, so I can chime in as his dad at times, but his decisions are his decisions. And am I safe to assume that you had another show last night? Dale: Yes, but it's not exactly like that. I do feel a bit awkward that this is all about Troy. I do want to assure you though that Troy has not seen me naked, nor have I done anything with lights on or that he can even confirm that I am in the room. Last night, I was watching for any movement from his room in pitch black and honestly wishing there would be some way that he would repeat his performance from last night. All I did was leave the curtains open. You now telling me that he is an exhibitionist makes more sense, because I didn't understand why he started jerking off again knowing that Chris wasn't home. Can I get a bit graphic with you? Don't want to gross you out or anything...we have never really talked about this type of shit. Me: Unlike our sons, I know we are not trying to gross each other out. Plus, I love hearing graphic shit, another kink to talk about at another time. Haha Dale: Honestly dude, I love how cool you are being about all of this. I wish we could have had these conversations like years ago. I literally feel like I'm by myself at times. Me: Yeah, that seems to be the theme over the past 24 hours. Dale: Ok so last night, I was in Chris's bed staring at Troy jerk off in the window, he put on this faint blue light in his room, but I was still able to see him. I was edging myself a bit, making sure that I didn't bust because I was planning on leaving my load on the window again once Troy closed the curtains. Well then Troy started fingering his hole, which completely drove me over the edge, and I ended up blowing my load all over myself and Chris's bed. I was afraid to walk around to find something to clean myself up in case there was some way for Troy to see me, so I sat there covered in my cum. After a few more minutes of him fingering himself, he then got up, walked over to the window, and blew his massive load all over his window again. I got to say that boy has a shit load of cum in him. I started jerking myself off again with my leftover cum and thankfully Troy closed the curtains for me to then release my next load all over the window. I can't tell you the last time I have cum twice within like 10 minutes, it was kinda exhilarating. Me: Haha, well glad my son can bring that out of you, literally. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. And yes, that boy does blow some massive loads. He told me that after I asked him why he came all over the window so many times. I unfortunately retorted with "like father like son, " which he found very interesting. Dale: Oh shit, you blow those types of loads too? Wow, I can't believe you said that to him. Me: Yeah, not sure why I said that. I instantly regretted it. Dale: When was the last time you blew that type of load? Me: Oh, like everyday. It's even more if I edge myself or have a lot of foreplay. Dale: Dude, I'm not going to lie...this has been one of the best conversations of my life and not again to cross the line, but I am so fucking hard right now. Me: Fuck yeah, me too. Listen, also not to cross another line, but I'm down to jerk off with you right now, if you are cool with that. Dale: Holy shit, yes, I've jerked off to even the thought of this. Me: You have? At this very moment, my phone goes off and it's Troy. I show the phone to Dale and the recent joy leaves his face. I answer the phone: Me: Hey Troy: Hey, where are you? I need to borrow your car and I can't find your keys. Me: I'm in the garage you lazy piece of shit. Troy: Oh ok, well where the fuck are your keys? Me: On top of my dresser in my room. Where are you off to? Troy: Just meeting some friends, I will be home later. Me: Sounds good! I turn to Dale and tell him, "So let's take a raincheck on this. Troy will be here any minute. I'll text you later. Have a feeling you don't want to see Troy face to face right this very moment, or you might cum in your pants, ha-ha." Dale laughs and agrees and heads back to his place. To be continued....