When I accidentally fucked my coworkers son

This is a true story from the past and the first time ever being called ”daddy”. 

I have this amazing colleague at work, let's call her Anna. Single mom, powerful woman, with a strong aura. We became friends quickly when I started my work, and she has also been fantastically open and supportive about my sexuality.

She has been raising her son part-time. Father ”never existed” to her. I have been at Annas for dinners. We had wine, gossiped, and had so much fun. Her son was never around these times. 

One particular time, I remember it so well, we decided to have dinner at Annas when she was really keen on me meeting her son for the first time. At that time he was just about 17, and he was a cool guy, social just like Mom. We made jokes, talked about life, and also about me being gay.

Suddenly Anna had to quickly run one errand, out of nowhere. Alone with her son in their home, I remember he suddenly became very questioning towards me. Felt odd, and he was so fishing for something. I slowly understood that he might be gay due to his mysterious looks towards me and also his interest in my sexuality. When Anna came back from her errand and her son later headed out, she asked me, “So do you also think my son might be gay?” I got it—Anna wanted me to know.

Her convo with me became more odd as she explained that she would not mind if her sons first male-to-male experience with be with a good guy like me. I died and wanted to disappear into the floor.

When the COVID pandemic hit, it took almost two years until I met my colleague again due to quarantine and home office. When the world was ready to be free again from quarantines and shit, I also started to hook up with guys again. I was horny, haha. One weekend I started to talk to a guy, and we made a meeting at my place—and to my surprise—this was my Annas son! In front of the door stands no longer the social 17-year-old pre-adult. In front of me was a stunning hot man, with a muscular body under his white t-shirt. He looks at me, saying, “Hi again.”

We are standing in the hallway, and he literally starts to undress in front of me. It feels like I can’t clear my mind: “Is this bad? Is this OK?” - but the whole situation is such a porn fantasy, so I let it be. He being butt naked, I see his fantastic body, his perfect body hair, and one semi-hard uncut cock. He looks like a Greek god.

At the same time he looks down at my bulge with excitement. I can feel I'm hard as a rock. I zip up, and in seconds my big uncut cock is soon pulsing in his wet mouth. He sucks me so well. I'm a moaning kind of guy; I can't hold back.

When my sounds get really high, he stops and gets down on all fours with his ass pointing up like a flag. He looks so clean and pink. He asked, “Can you fuck me, Dad?” I've never been called Dad before, but boy, I LOVED it.

My decorative hallway mirror, from floor to roof, is now the screen for one of the hottest shags I ever had. I'm going down on my knees, so dawn horny I spit in his ass, and slowly put my veiny alpha cock in maybe the tightest hole I ever had.

The sound from him in pain-pleasure is so thrilling I know this is not going to last long. My balls are swinging, I move like Jagger, and his loud moans give me “Fuck me, Daddy, harder.” This is heaven.

In minutes I burst. Loads of warm cum flush down his pink ass, and we both fall down on the floor, high on our orgasm and with a laugh each. We actually did some small talk, which felt good, before wrapping this crazy meeting up.

Me being left alone in the apartment, I can’t stop thinking about Annas sentence, “I would be glad if you would be his first.” If I was the first, I will never know. Me and the son did not shag again. If I feel ashamed about this secret—not really.