I woke up like any other day put on my robe and went down stairs to my boys still in their boxers not even close to ready for school arguing about the last of the milk.

My boys, both had fire red hair like myself. Liam was 19 and 6’2 on the schools football team and worked out constantly with his ripped body he had gotten a reputation for being a bit of a ladies man. While my younger son Jason was 18 and 5’10 he was my more “sensitive” kid smaller frame but still toned without working out was into his school theatre stuff.

My wife, Caroline, was making breakfast, if you can call poptarts that, and doing her best to ignore the boys. Even though Liam had just put Jason in a headlock right in front of her. I poured myself a cup of coffee and staring blankly at my boys sternly said.

“Liam, Jason I don’t care what you’re on about but knock it off, put on some clothes, grab your bags and get going to school or you’ll be late.”

In unison they both sighed

“Yes dad.”

They turned and ran upstairs but I could swear I saw Jason move his hands though to try to cover up what must’ve been a boner. I chuckled to myself remembering what it was like to be that age full of hormones and popping stiffies at everything even wrestling with your brother. They came back down dress grabbed their backpacks and ran out the door.

Even if they were a pain in the ass sometimes they were both good kids, and growing into very handsome men, if I do say so myself. Shortly after that Caroline started for the door. I hadn’t really noticed until now but somehow her suit made her look like a high class hooker. The cleavage alone was enough to get a man going but the skirt was so short I could practically see her pussy. She gave a quick peck on the cheek.

“Remember hun, I’m working late at the office with Darius so you and the boys are on your own for dinner.”

“Dressed like that, Darius better keep himself in check. I know I wouldn’t be able to resist you.”

“Ha don’t be jealous Charles, Darius and I just have a big presentation today and we have to put our best foot forward. Enjoy your day off and make sure you actually get that list of chores done too, if you get it all done maybe tonight you can help me out of this tight suit.”

“I can’t hardly wait, love you babe see tonight!”

With that I was alone, I had taken the Anadolu yakası travesti day off for some much needed alone time but of course that also meant a long list of honey-dos from the wife. I looked at the list and was already tired thinking about it but threw on a pair of shorts, a tank and went out to start mowing the lawn.

Now, I’m not too bad off, a bit of a “dad bod” on my slim 6′ frame but full head of hair and great arms and toned legs. Back in the day I was on my college track team and I still keep up with it when I can.

I could see a few of the housewives peeking out their windows while I mowed. The sun was beating down so hard and about ten minutes in I was sweating so much I figured may as well give the ladies what they want so off went the tank.

Just my luck the gay guys from down the street happened to be passing by that same time and started whistling and cat calling. I don’t mind saying that it was kind of hot being objectified like that and I may have flexed a bit for them. Only to get a few more hoots. I don’t know why women don’t seem to like it, it felt great getting recognized as a stud.

After the lawn was done I went back inside, exhausted but wanting to finish these chores so I could spend the rest of the day relaxing.

Empty the dishwasher, check

Vacuum, check

Oil the squeaky back door, check

Next up laundry

I grabbed the hampers and started loading the machine when I saw a hot pink thong in Liam’s basket. Ha, must be from one of my son’s many conquests I thought. I knew I shouldn’t but I brought the thong to my face for a sniff. It’d been a while since I smelled high school pussy and this thing looked like she had been dripping through it.

As it got to my nose the scent was more pungent than pussy juice almost like the funk of stale cum. I dropped them right away and my mind began reeling. Was Liam gay? Were these his? Was he a cross dresser? Why did it smell so good? Wait, what the fuck am I even thinking, that’s my son.. but it did smell so good.

I brought them back to my face again and inhaled deep not sure what it was like a switch but the aroma was intoxicating. I could feel my shorts start to tighten and strain against the hard metal zipper. Of all the days to go commando.

I dug through the rest of Liam’s laundry Anadolu yakası travestileri to find more underwear to see if it was just because it was a sexy pair of panties or what was going on with me. I didn’t see any other women’s underwear but I did find his nasty jock strap from practice yesterday. It was somehow still damp with sweat and possibly what looked like drops of piss.

Looking at the jock made me sick but also aroused. I braced myself and slowly brought it to my face. The smell wafted in and though it was different than the thong it still made my cock pulse even harder.

Fuck it, I thought, know one needs to know I’ll rub one out quick and this whatever it is will be done. I threw off my shorts and sank to my knees bringing the jock strap and the thong to my face began stroking my fat 5.5 in cock. Feeling the veins pulsing in my hands losing myself deeper as I sniffed these skanky underwear.

Unable to control myself I put the jock on my head like a mask keeping that cock pouch right in front of my nose and I slid the thong in my mouth to taste the scent that had gotten me so hot and bothered. It was a bit crusty at first but as my saliva soaked into the fabric it became tangy and delicious. It was definitely the taste of cum. A flavor I’d only tasted after eating out my loaded up my wife when she was feeling kinky.

I can’t believe what I’m doing, I should be thinking about how to talk to Liam about the panties I found, but instead I just couldn’t help but let me mind sink deeper into the depraved intoxication. Out of nowhere I saw a flash of light, FUCK I thought to myself.

“Hey dad, I came back because I forgot to grab my gear for practice but imagine my surprise to see you butt ass naked with my jock strap on your face and my bitch’s thong in your mouth.”

“Lll.. Liam, iit’s not what it looks like. Your mom she asked me to…”

“Fucking hell dad, did mom ask you to perv out on your sons jock? I don’t fucking think so old man. How long has this even been going on? I knew Jason was stealing my jocks but I had no idea the fag apple didn’t fall far from the fairy tree.”

“Liam, you shouldn’t say that word it’s not how we raised you. Now look this was just a…”

“Hahahaha just a what FAG, a misunderstanding? Who are you fucking fooling dad, I got Travesti abadolu yakası photographic evidence. See”

He flipped his phone around and I saw what I looked like, my cock was drooling precum pink thong stuffed in my mouth and a skanky jock over my face. He wasn’t wrong I did look like a depraved fag. I tried to fight it but seeing myself like that just made my cock pulsate harder.

“Ha! I see you like being humiliated in front of your eldest son. Don’t even try to deny it your tiny cock speaks volumes”

Wait did he just say tiny cock? I always thought I was a good average size though now in my humiliated state I looked up to see the outline of what must’ve been at least 7.5in soft in the front of his jeans. How did I never notice it before?

“Jeez dad are you staring at my fucking cock now. How the fuck did you hide being this big of a fag until now. I guess it’ll be nice having a 2nd set of holes to use around the house.”

My mind was in panic mode. Did he just say a 2nd set, it just sank in he must be fucking his little brother too. Fuck why is that making me hornier. I had to diffuse the situation. I couldn’t let this get any more out of control.

“Liam enough of this, delete that picture and get the fuck back to school.”

“No fag, I already backed up the picture and if you don’t want it sent to mom, grandpa, your boss or my school I think you’ll be doing as I say.”

Damn, he really seemed to be getting some sick pleasure out of this. I didn’t really have much of a choice. I looked right in his eyes.

“Okay, Liam I’ll play this game, what do you want to forget this ever happened.”

“Well Chuck, for starters call the school and tell them I’m out sick today. Then put that wet, crusty thong you like so much on and meet me in your bedroom. I’m gonna show you why Jason calls me daddy. We’re going to have fun together today. Do you understand Chuck?”

Fuck, He’d never called me by my first name before and the sinister smile that grew across his face as he spoke just made him feel more dominating.

“Y… yes, Liam if this is what you need to delete it and forget this, I… i will.”

*Smack* His hand swiped my face hard.

“Fags don’t get to use my name, and they don’t make demands. If you’re a good boy I may consider forgetting about it. Now, Chuck who’s your Daddy?!?!”

He couldn’t be serious. My son couldn’t actually want me to call him daddy. What kind of a twisted *Smack*

“Taking too long, Chuckie. When I ask you a question I expect a prompt answer. I’ll ask again but if I need a third time the whole town’s getting sent this pic. Who. Is. Your. Daddy, Faggot?!?

“Y.. you are my Daddy sir…”