Yeah, it wasn’t…quite what I’d planned I suppose, when I said I wanted to help my dad get a date. I never really could figure out why mom decided to leave, exactly–I’d always gotten along great with him. I mean, sure, he had a bit of a temper at times, but mostly he just seemed, well, lonely. He never showed much interest in dating, and I was planning on leaving for college at the end of the summer–I wanted him to have someone he could rely on while I was away, you know?
The fortune teller at the fair…I don’t know why I told her all about us, all about my dad’s problems, and how worried I was about him. The old woman had just given me a smirk, and odd look, and said that the next morning my wish would be granted. I didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, but I went home a while later, and my dad was still up, watching TV. I was tired, but joined him for a beer, and then six beers, and then…
Well, then I woke up with my head pounding, and my dad’s arms wrapped around me, tight. And fuck, it felt good, you know? I pushed back into him, unable to help myself, his cock hardening and he slipped it inside me again, nibbling at my ear, like it was perfectly normal for him to be fucking his own son. I was more than a bit freaked out, but the damn fair had disappeared like it had never existed…and before too long, I started to understand why my mom had left my dad in the first place.
That temper of his? In the bedroom, he was in charge, whether I liked it or not. I mean, I did like it, surprisingly enough, and when he saw how…compliant I was with him, suddenly that domination was creeping into the rest of our relationship too. We fought about me going to college–he ripped up my acceptance forms, I tried to leave, he shoved me up against the wall and raped my ass in just the right damn way…and so I stayed. I can’t just leave my dad all alone after all, right? Besides, this hole of mine has turned into quite a money maker online, so I think everything worked out alright in the end, don’t you?