HENRY:

    On Thanksgiving Day, I woke up in an unusual way. My cock was as hard as a rock, but that wasn't unusual – I woke up that way every morning. However, this time, before I'd even opened my eyes, I felt a warm mouth enveloping my throbbing member. A playful tongue was twirling around in circles around my erection; soft lips were kissing my cockhead. I felt myself already spewing out precum, which was dutifully swallowed by the mouth that was tending to me.

    "Mmmm. Good morning, honey," I said. My fiancé Xavier wasn't usually in the habit of waking me up with a blowjob, but maybe he thought I deserved a Thanksgiving treat. I yawned and stretched out my arms, my eyes still shut, which only made the sensation on my dick so much stronger. I reached down blindly and managed to find Xavier's shoulders, where I dug my fingers and squeezed lustfully. 

    "Fuck yeah, babe! Suck that dick," I grunted softly, lifting my ass off the mattress and driving my tool deeper in my partner's throat. I began to thrust from the hips, trying to keep the noise down as much as I could considering my father and brother were also in the house.

    "Mmmpf!" my cocksucker moaned, choking on my rod. Xavier and I didn't have the tendency to get too rough with each other – indeed, we were normally gentler than I would've preferred. This morning, that went out the window as I began to thrust harder, throat-fucking him mercilessly while reining him in by the shoulders. I was too horny to control myself, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. My nut sack started tightening and I squeezed my lover's shoulders even more firmly while a prelude to an orgasm washed over me. It was then I noticed that Xavier's shoulders felt… different. Less muscular than usual. Just as I was about to start cumming, I opened my eyes and saw…

    "DAD?!" I gasped in shock. 

    It was my father, kneeling naked between my legs on the bed and deep-throating my morning boner, looking up at me with a grin on his face. Was this real?! I thought that I might be dreaming, when my dad's hand pulled on my ball sack a bit too tightly, sending a brief pain all over my body. Definitely not dreaming, this was real!

    I was just about to blow my load inside my father's mouth, when we heard Xavier's voice coming up the stairs.

    "Henry?! Tom?! Are you guys up yet? I need some help with the turkey."

    My fiancé continued to climb up the stairs. Before I had a chance to say anything, my father jumped off the bed and I realized his dick was also standing in all of its morning glory. Quickly, he took his bathrobe which had been on the floor and he threw it on, trying to conceal his erection without much success, so he just turned his back to the door.

    A split second before the door opened, I pulled the duvet and covered myself with it. 

    "Oh. You're both here," said Xavier, clearly surprised to see my father in our bedroom.

    "Yeah, we were just… talking," I said guiltily, feeling like a child that had been caught red-handed.

    "Yeah, I can get… mouthy sometimes," my father smirked.

    "Well, the food will be ready in a couple of hours. I thought you guys might want to shower and get ready and come downstairs."

    "Of– Of course, honey," I said. Xavier left the room and my father turned to the door, about to leave next.

    "Wait!" I said after him. "What was all that?!" I asked, pointing down at my crotch.

    "Talk later," my father winked at me. "We need to shower and get ready and go downstairs. See you there."

    With that, my father left my bedroom – a me with a major case of blue balls.

 

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    When I arrived downstairs, I found my father, my brother, and my fiancé all in the kitchen. I apologized for sleeping in and I offered help with the food. Most of the work was done already, but I got to some chopping and setting the table, before helping myself to a coffee. It was late, so I would be skipping breakfast today. I wasn't even hungry; I felt a knot in my stomach. I was hungry for answers instead. I wanted to talk to my dad, but he was busy with Jared and Xavier around, and I didn't get a chance to talk to him one-on-one.

    A couple of hours later, when the food was all done, Dad said that he wanted to make an important announcement.

     "For the past couple of weeks, and especially for the past couple of days," he said, "I have been making progress with my therapist as well as on my own. You guys know I don't like talking about my condition too much because it often feels confusing, even for me. But two days ago I remembered something that made a huge difference." Dad looked at me before continuing. "I remembered your 21st birthday, Henry."

    I gasped, but my brother and Xavier only looked more confused.

    "Henry and I became very close on his birthday that year, before my accident," my father explained, and for a moment I worried that he might reveal the full extent of the story. "We had a… great father-son time together. Once I remembered that, the floodgates were open. Memories started to come back to me. Memories involving both of you boys," he said, looking at my brother and me. "Memories involving your mother. Our time together as a family."

    "Wait. Do you mean to say that your memory is back?!" my brother jumped and asked, almost spilling his glass of wine.

    "It doesn't work like that," I corrected Jared. I'd gone over this with the doctors several times. "His 'memory' doesn't return all at once. It's more like episodes that he can either remember or not."

    "Yes," Dad nodded. "But the more I remember the easier it is to piece everything together."

    Now I understood: this is why Dad woke me up with a blowjob this morning! He remembered the way that I sucked his dick on my birthday. He probably remembered that he sucked my cock a few weeks later, and that he fucked me as well. Here he was, ten years older, but able to remember the special relationship he and I had before his accident.

    I started crying. Then, the strangest thing happened: my brother saw me, and he began to get teary-eyed as well. I'd NEVER seen my brother cry; not since we were little kids and he got a scraped knee or something. Now here he was, a boulder of a man, shedding tears as he and I got up and surrounded our father from both sides, picking him up for a family hug.

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    Thanksgiving Day was spent eating, looking at family pictures, talking about old memories and creating new ones. That night, I wanted to grab Dad and take him away, somewhere where he and I could be on our own and talk… or maybe finish off what we'd started that morning.

    Instead, I managed to have one too many glasses of wine and I passed out early. By the time I woke up it was already Friday morning. Xavier had left a text on my phone to say he was out doing some Black Friday shopping. Feeling wide awake – and just as aroused as I was each morning – I got out of bed and walked to my father's bedroom.

    There, I found my father in bed, sleeping naked. I slipped under the cover next to him, spooning him from behind and letting my boner lodge itself between Dad's asscheeks. He stirred awake, turning around so we were face-to-face. I felt something hit my thigh like a baton, and I realized it must be Dad's morning wood rubbing against my leg.

    "Morning, Dad," I said softly.

    "Morning, boy," he grunted in his sexy morning voice.

    "So, yesterday morning was… quite special," I said, touching my dad's face with my fingertips. His eyes were still closed; he looked serene, peaceful, and perfect. He'd aged since I was 21, a significant amount of wrinkles now permanently imprinted on his face, but to me it only made him look more handsome and attractive.

    Ignoring the fact we still had morning breath, I decided to lean in and give my father a kiss. A real, passionate kiss, like he deserved. Our tongues began to wrestle in each other's mouths as he pulled me in closer, our two hard pricks clashing like dueling swords. I felt myself gushing out precum, just like I did yesterday morning only this time instead of going down my father's throat it ended up on his belly, collecting in his indented belly button. 

    "I love you, Dad," I whispered. I kissed his lips, his cheek, the side of his neck, and continued sliding down his torso with my lips until they were nursing on his nipple. I felt his hard cock throbbing against my chest so I wrapped one hand around it, stroking my dad slowly and extracting his prejizz which mixed with mine in his navel. My head continued to travel down, kissing down Dad's stomach until my lips reached his belly button and I sucked out all of the precum that was there, slurping down our combined DNA.

    What followed was, of course, taking Dad's dick in my mouth – for the first time in over ten years!! For the first time in over ten years I got to taste him in the most intimate way possible. The years that had gone by only made my passion stronger, and I deep-throated Dad's cock with vigor as if to make up for lost time. He moaned and thrusted his hips upward, fucking my mouth and throbbing inside. Just like me, it didn't take him long to reach the edge first thing in the morning.

    "Not just yet," I whispered, taking my father's tool out of my mouth. I had other plans for it. I'd waited so long, and I didn't want to wait a moment longer.

    I collected all the saliva I could muster and I spat on Dad's dick. I spread my spit along his shaft with my hand, and then I started to crawl upwards until I was straddling Dad's lap. He finally opened his eyes, making eye contact with me just as my ass began to rub against his engorged tool. 

    "I love you, Son," he whispered the second I began to unclench my asshole and slide down my dad's dick. I felt him inside of me, deeper and deeper with each second. Within a minute, his ass-stretcher was balls-deep in me. 

    "Fuck," I panted, and I began to bounce up and down on Dad's dick. He barely moved; I wanted him to relax and let me do the work. One thing he did do was place his thick fingers on my nipples and start twisting them, sending shocks of pleasure all over my body – as if the pleasure of him hitting my prostate wasn't enough. I was like a wild animal finally freed from its cage! I began to bounce and whine on his prick, tapping the deepest parts of me with it. All the while, Dad and I kept intense eye contact. My hands were holding onto his arms for balance; I wasn't even touching my dick, which swung around like a mad snake. Even without direct contact, it was incredibly close to cumming.

    "Yeah? Right there?" Dad asked, feeling himself tap my prostate and making sure to aim his tool in that particular direction. My eyes rolled, my jaw dropped. I was weak. I squeezed his triceps harder… and two seconds later I was blowing my load all over Dad's torso and his face. It shot out like a fountain, raining down upon my horny parent who smiled with satisfaction, proud of my cumshot. Then, with my asshole gripping his cock tighter, Dad began to unload inside of me. For the first time in a decade, I felt the sperm that had made me filling up my insides, seeping into my guts. I rode his dick even harder then, like a mechanical bull gone amok. We both shouted in ecstasy, disregarding the fact we weren't home alone. 

    It wasn't until both of us had emptied our nuts that we finally began to calm down. I didn't want to climb off of my father's penis, but as I lay down it plopped out of me. I gave him a hug and a kiss, tasting my jizz which had landed on his face and on his lips. I cleaned him up nicely with my tongue, and we both smiled at one another.

    "Dad, how did you remember… this? Everything between us?" I asked quietly.

    "Check the drawer next to my bed," he said, and nodded toward the nightstand nearer to me. I opened the drawer and took out a stack of papers. It took me a moment to realize… they were my stories! Sex stories I'd written over the years, both fictional as well as ones based on real life. And on top of the stack was: "My 21st Birthday (A True Story)."

    I remembered writing this. I'd never published it online, but it was a detailed account of the events in that hotel room in Philly where my father and I crossed the line we could never uncross. Normally, it was hidden along with the rest of my X-rated stories in my office, but my father seemed to have stumbled upon them. Of all things… it was what refreshed his memory.

    "Hello everyone," I began to read. "If you've been keeping up with my stories you might have seen me mention that something incredibly hot happened between my dad and me on my 21st birthday. It all started when Dad and I got a hotel room in Philadelphia, where we would be celebrating my birthday by going out to a gay club…"

    For the next half hour, I lay next to my father, reading the story out loud and stroking his naked body with my fingertips. By the time I was done, we were both hard and ready for him to dump another load in my freshly-bred ass.​