Dad's Jockstrap

It had been three months since I moved back home with my Dad and as time went on with just me and my dad living at home alone, he got more and more comfortable. It was basically like there were no boundaries between us, especially when it came to what he would wear around the house. It was pretty common for him to wear just his underwear.  Then it became just a shirt around me with no underwear on at all. His limp dick head just barely visible under his shirt tails; but his bubble butt was was visible every time he made a move. Bending over was the best as it was on full display and even his pussy. I noticed I started getting erections seeing him like that, and my bed time dreams became about him fully nude all the time as this submissive lil bitch who in my dreams became my cum dump.

But when he started wearing jockstraps something about it seemed a little more provocative and definitely erotic. At this time I began watching gay Daddy/son porn on Xhamster and reading Gay Daddy porn on Smashwords. I was never going to complain about getting a pussy show from him. As I was realizing I was gay I also immediately realized what kind of guy I was into. The type of guy that my father was, and I wasn't going to complain about getting to see a guy who was exactly my type laying around my own house with his pussy out framed by his white straps. And the fact that he was my dad was a bonus.

One day out of the blue, my dad looks at me and says, "I've noticed you've been staring at my ass a lot here lately. Are you gay?"

"What are you talking about. I don't stare at your ass."

"Uh, yeah you do all the time. It's rather obvious if you ask me as you don't even try to hide it. Besides you didn't answer the full question Randy, "Are you gay?"

"Maybe. Ok there dad, that's your answer I'm not sure. I've never even had sex with a man before."

"You've fantasized about though. I can tell."

"How can you tell that?"

"They way you look at my ass, Randy. I can tell you wouldn't mind me ass up so you could fuck my pussy."

"Did I just hear you call your ass what I just thought I heard you call it?"

"Yup, sure did. And I'll call that again. My pussy. I'm gay Randy. Have been all my life. As far back as I can remember. Sure I married your ma, trying to cover up those feelings; but I was cheating on her all the time. Going pussy up for any guy I could find. Of course you know the marriage didn't last."

"By why insist on calling it that?"

"Calling it my pussy. You can't even begin to say that can you? I know you want to. But something is standing in your way. Maybe its ingrained heteronormativity around the word, pussy or maybe not. Whatever it is I think you need to get over it like I did."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh just my thinking the last couple of years. I go pussy up for men. Usually doggie style. You know my puss high in the air, legs spread wide, head and chest on the bed, arms in front of me, and my cunt on full display so the top can just mount me and really go to town on my welcoming pussy. And since I do that all the time, every time I have sex I realized I'm pussy and that pussy is my ONLY true sex organ and as such I'm the tops good girl."

"But..."

"But what? You can't imagine me pussy up. Here let me show you," and with he went pussy up on the couch for Randy. "I'm tired of talking about being pussy up. Here you go. You want some pussy or not. I think you do I can see your erection in your pants, son."