Initiation - Father - First Night - Sex Stories

Initiation - Father - First Night

... seize up in shock, and a deer in the headlights look appear on my face. I hadn't heard the shower stop.

"Uh-" I stammer out, but my Dad raises his finger to my lips, halting me before I can speak. He reaches down to my cock, collecting the drop of cum on the tip of his finger that was in his ass just a few minutes before, and sticks it in my mouth, which I opened without thinking as his finger approached. I'd tasted my own cum before, of course. I disliked the earthy mustiness of the salty flavour at first, but I kept at it, wanting to become a cum lover because it felt so dirty and slutty, and so currently I felt neutral about eating my cum. Sometimes I came into a shot glass and drank it, other times into a tissue and threw it in my bin.

I didn't feel neutral about it this time. I loved it when my Dad fed that drop of cum to me. It was the hottest thing to ever happen to me so far in my life. A cheeky smile appeared on my dad's face, which was quickly replaced by a look that said he was not impressed with me.

"Were you watching me in the shower?" He asked. Numbly I nodded, the taste of my semen lingering in my mouth.

"Go to your room." He tells me. I go to pick up my shorts, and he stops me, and speaks. "No shorts. No cleaning that cum off your hand. Go sit down on your bed, I'll be with you shortly."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What have I done? He's going to tell mum. They're going to disown me. I'm never going to be able to come back home again. I'll be ...

... cast out, homeless, unable to keep my head above water. I just finished high school, and I've fucked up my life beyond repair. These were some of the thoughts racing through my head as I walked back to my bedroom, the cum on my hand growing cold. I sat down on my bed, staring at the floor in silence. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was shitting myself with fright.

The minutes dragged on for what felt like an eternity, but the clock on the wall told me what was only five minutes had passed when my father appeared in my doorway. He hadn't put on any clothes, still only the towel to cover him, but he had with him his phone in one hand, along with my discarded shorts, which he threw to the side, and a bottle of strawberry flavoured lube in the other hand. Even though I was shitting myself, I still found myself aroused at the memory of my father jerking that amazing cock I knew was concealed beneath the towel with his fingers up his ass.

Hold on, lube? Why does he have lube?

"Lie down with your legs lifted up and to the sides." My father demanded in a stern voice. I obeyed; an idea I didn't dare believe formed in my mind about the purpose of the bottle of lube. I was immediately disappointed when he cast it to the side of me on the bed as he stood over me. I could feel his eyes crawling over my body, examining me. I watched his eyes linger on my small flaccid cock, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You're not much bigger than when you first came to me showing ...