Misery Buisness

"When did you get so sexy?" Alex panted, groaning.

"Always have been, you apparently just never really had a good fuck before huh daddy?" He grinned, shamelessly still sucking on his finger.

"Apparently not." He panted, and he was asleep soon after.

Biddy sighed, getting up and taking a shower. He didn't feel like sleeping but he figured he would. He laid back down with his father, snuggling up to him before falling into a light sleep.

Alex smiled as he nuzzled Biddy's neck.
"Love you Biddy bird...."

"Love you too daddy...."
He yawned as he hid his face in the crook of Alex's neck. His own neck now adorning two rows of teeth on his neck, forming a bite mark that would surly scar and always remind him of this night.

Alex fell into a deep sleep....
The next morning he groaned as his head throbbed. He kept his eyes shut tight. He had such a hangover...
He peeked under the covers, eyeing his naked, cum covered chest. He cursed.
No. He couldn't have cheated on Mike again...

Biddy muttered something, turning over and throwing an arm across his fathers chest. He did feel bad but he promised and there had to be someone for his father to fall back on. If not he could wind up getting drunk and fucking some stranger.

Alex's breath hitched in his throat as he grabbed Biddy's chin, looking him in the eyes.
Fuck.
It was his son laying beside him...

Biddy hissed, his eyes snapping open as he glared, his eyes softening on his father.
"Daddy let me go." He pulled away from Alex's hand.

"Aw fuck..." Alex let him go. "Please tell me there is an explanation for why I am covered in cum and we are both naked? Other than the one I'm thinking of?"

Biddy sighed, he should have known better than to let him do this but he was not going to lie.
"We fucked."

"Shit." Alex drug a hand across his face. "I'm sorry Biddy... God, you're my fucking son..."

"Daddy its not like you MADE me do it. Hell I was willing to do anything to get you home and you were drunk....Its okay daddy and I wont tell anyone so don't worry..."

"Shit I asked you? DAmn, I'm so sorry...." Alex covered his face.

Biddy pulled his hands away and kissed his cheek.
"Daddy....Don't worry about it. You shouldnt have to be all alone. its not right and its not wrong. If you need someone to just fuck for one right, better me than some stranger."

Alex sighed.
"I guess you're right baby. I just... feel nasty. There's nothing wrong with you... just, you're my son. Never let me drink again..."

"Your not kin to me by blood. You never even adopted me so really we are in no was related. Your my mothers husband." Biddy didnt know why but he didnt like his father feeling nasty about it.

"I know but still... you call me daddy. You're... my son. It just makes me feel like a perv..."

"You were drunk and horny, no big deal..." Biddy got up and threw on some clothes before walking out of the room.
"Im making breakfast...."
He sighed, he had a good time last night. He ddint want his father to resort to drinking and he was a good way not too...

Alex stayed in bed for a bit loger, trying to remember the details of their fuck...

He made break fast but for the first time in a long time he was not smiling or chirping with the rest of the birds.

Alex came down a bit later, clean and dressed.
"Biddy... did you... like it?" He asked. From what he'd remembered it'd had been amazing.

The man was shameless.
"Yup, it was amazing really but...If it makes you feel nasty apparently it was just meeeee."

"No... from what I remember it was... great. That's the scary part." Alex smiled soflty