The next morning
Sterling was hard. Which wasn't unusual, he woke up that way every morning. What was unusual was the pert ass hugging his dick. His eyes were still closed, and his mind was still in that hazy place, in between sleep and wakefulness. He gave a little wiggle against the small ass. Damn, that felt good. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a woman in his bed, let alone one that had such a fine ass. He groaned as he pressed his cock harder between the ass cheeks.
Wait a fucking minute...
Sterling's eyes flew open. He didn't have a woman in his bed. He had Aubrey in his bed. His son.
He jerked his hips away from Aubrey's ass. His boy was still asleep, lying on his side, hugging a pillow to this chest.
He jumped out of bed. His chest was heaving as he continued to stare at his son. He was a fucking perv. How the hell did he forget Aubrey was in his bed? How the fuck could he have rubbed his dick against his son's ass?
He scrubbed his hands over his face. Goddammit, he'd even groaned. He felt light headed as he turned and headed to the bathroom.
He shut the door and leaned against it. He inhaled and exhaled.
Chill the fuck out. He didn’t even wake up.
Which wasn't the point. He was a sicko — a pedophile. God, his own fucking son?!
You didn't know it was him.
The thought didn't make him feel better, because he should have known. His boy had crawled into bed with him every night he was here since he was a baby. How did someone forget that?
You didn't forget. You were just half asleep.
He wished he could accept that. He straightened. Shaking his head — wishing he could shake the memory of feeling his son's ass from his mind — he went to the sink. He turned the cold water on and splashed his face.
It was over. It was done. It was 30 seconds of his life. He cupped water in his hands and held his face in it. He could move past this. It was a stupid ass mistake. Devil knew he'd made plenty of those in his life.
He let the water drop from hands and looked at himself in the mirror.
He needed to shave. That was the first thought that entered his head. His scruff was a few days old. Wet droplets clung to the dark hair. And he needed a haircut. All normal things. But he felt like he was looking at a stranger.
How the hell did this happen?
"It's your own damn fault for letting him sleep in your bed this long," he muttered to himself.
A knock on the bathroom door startled him. "Shit."
"Dad?" Aubrey's sleep roughened voice came through the closed door.
"Yeah?" He dried his face and hands on a towel.
"Are you almost done?"
"Why don't you use the other bathroom?"
"Yours is better."
Sterling had to smile. It was the same reply every time.
Everything is fine.
He didn't have to freak the fuck out. It was an honest mistake.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. Aubrey was standing there in nothing but his blue boxer briefs. His light brown hair was sticking up and his blue eyes were still half closed. He'd never been a morning person. Without his permission, Sterling's gaze dropped to his son's cock. It was half hard.
Holy motherfucking shit. He yanked his gaze back to Aubrey's face. What the actual fuck?
"Dad, you okay?" Aubrey yawned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, why the hell wouldn't I be?" He knew he sounded like an insane motherfucker.
Aubrey eyed him as he scratched his stomach. "Um, okay. Can I use the bathroom now?"
Sterling swallowed. "Sure."
Aubrey shuffled pass him, his bare chest brushing against Sterling's arm. He jumped at the contact.
Aubrey squinted at him. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Sterling nodded. "Yep."
Aubrey eyed him up and down, like he didn't believe him.
Yeah, he wouldn't believe himself either. He knew he was acting fucking weird.
"Kay. I have to get ready for church."
"So that's why you're up so early on a Sunday." Sterling grasped for the normalcy of the shift in the conversation.
Aubrey yawned again. "Mom said I hadn’t gone in a while, so she wants me to go with her."
"Right." His son was normally with him on Sundays. "I'll go whip up some breakfast."
He rushed out of the bathroom and threw some clothes on. He needed to get his head on straight. This morning had fucked with him. He'd never looked at his son's dick before. He'd never even looked at another guy's dick. He wasn't one of those guys who'd felt the need to experiment in college. He knew he was straight— always had been and always would be.
But you looked at your kid's cock.
He groaned. What the fuck was that about?
"Nothing," he mumbled to himself. "It was abso—fucking—lutely nothing."
He ran his hands through his hair. He knew he wasn't a pervert. He knew he'd never even been a bit perv-ish with his son. So he was gonna push the whole cock-on-ass incident to the back of his mind. Where it fucking belonged.
With a determined set to his shoulders, he headed downstairs to start on the bacon.
Going to church wasn't Aubrey's favorite thing, but he did it for his mom.
By the time he headed downstairs for breakfast, his dad wasn't acting weird anymore. Which was a plus, because a weird dad wasn't one Aubrey was used to dealing with.
"You look nice," his dad said when they were nearly finished eating.
Aubrey glanced down at his blue, gray, and white button down shirt. "Thanks. Mom bought it specifically for church. You know how she likes to dress up for it."
His dad nodded. "Yeah, I do."
Aubrey stared out the sliding glass doors, looking aimlessly at the brown wooden fence that enclosed the patio. His dad had had the same place for years. Aubrey couldn't remember ever visiting his dad at a different house.
"What time your mom bringing you back?"
He swallowed his last bite of food before answering. "Probably around 11. The service starts at 9 so it shouldn't be any longer than an hour and a half."
His dad nodded. "Okay. I'll see you in a couple of hours then." He gathered their plates up, then stood and took them to the stainless steel sink.
Aubrey heard the click of the gate opening before he saw it. "She's here."
His dad glanced over his shoulder before putting the dishes in the sink.
Aubrey waved at his mom through the glass doors. She looked pretty in her purple dress and floral high heels. Her hair was curled and hanging to the middle of her back.
His dad went to open the door for her. His parents weren't best friends, they weren't even friends, but they were polite to each other... most of the time.
"Allyson," his dad greeted his mom once the door was open.
She stepped inside out of the heat. "Good morning."
"You look really nice," his dad said as he shut the door behind her.
His mom gave a soft smile. "Thank you," she said quietly.
Aubrey grinned at her. "You do, Mom. You look beautiful."
She blushed. "Oh stop, you're going to make me cry and this isn't water proof mascara."
"I didn't even know that was a thing." His dad's forehead pinched.
"I didn't either," Aubrey laughed at the look on his dad's face.
His mom rolled her eyes. "Oh you men. Nevermind."
She shifted her attention to Aubrey. "You look so handsome in that shirt and those gray pants." She leaned to the side, trying to look at Aubrey's behind.
"Mom, what the hell?"
She glared him. "Aubrey Taylor Reed-Anderson, this is the Lord’s day, I will not have you cursing on this day of all days." She turned her glare to Sterling. "This is your doing. I never curse —"
"I wouldn't say never." His dad smirked. "Remember that time you were in labor—"
"That," she said firmly. "Was a mistake. I don't curse."
She put her hands on her hips as she continued to glare at him. His dad just grinned at her.
"Mom, I wasn't—" Aubrey started.
"Yes you were." She shifted her gaze back to him. "I know you picked up this swearing from your father and I won't have it. It's a sin to speak in such a way."
"Fucking sin my ass," his dad murmured.
Aubrey mock glared at him. Now was not the time.
His mom either didn't hear him or chose to ignore his comment. "We'll talk about your swearing later."
"I'm sure he's looking forward to that." His dad had a serious face, but Aubrey could see the twitching of his mouth.
She glared harder at his dad.
"Sure Mom," Aubrey said. He didn't need them to go at it right now. No one knew how to push his mom's buttons like his dad did.
"Those pants are too tight." She tried to look behind him again.
"Mom! Can you please stop trying to look at my ass." He cringed as the curse word slipped out.
She huffed. "I can't believe this!"
His dad burst out laughing. "That's my boy."
"Dad," Aubrey muttered. "Not helping."
"I think you should come with us today, church would do you some good."
His dad crossed his arms and leaned against the front door. "Still trying to covert me, huh?"
He got a devilish spark in his eye, one Aubrey knew too well. "Is that why you're not married yet? Holding out for the day I finally see the light?"
Aubrey shook his head. "Really dad?"
"Ignore him. It's what I do."
His dad snorted. "Allyson, if there's one thing you can't do, it's ignore me."
His mom clenched her fists at her sides. "Sterling Anderson, I have had enough of your innuendos —"
"Who said anything about innuendos? If that's what you think is dirty —"
"I said nothing about dirty! How can your mind always be in the gutter?!"
"Gutter? I said nothing dirty, you're the one sprouting shit about —"
"Can you please stop with all the swearing! Have respect for the Lord’s —"
"It's Sunday, Allyson, not the goddamn second coming of your so called god."
He mom gasped. "How dare you. I cannot believe you would say such —"
"Truthful things?" His dad shrugged, still looking relaxed as he leaned against the door. "I'm an atheist, remember? I don't believe in all that shit."
His mom's shoulders dropped, she looked like a ballon that suddenly deflated. Aubrey felt bad for her. His dad was always egging her on.
"Mom," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Why don't we head out? We're gonna be late."
She straightened her spine and nodded. "You're right and we don't want to be late for church."
His dad moved away from the door.
Without another word, or glance in his dad's direction, she left.
Aubrey looked at him. "You didn't have to do that you know."
He shrugged. "We've always been like that. She'll be fine."
Aubrey shook his head. "No, Dad, it's not fine. Mom really cares about you. I hear her pray for you every night. To her, this is serious. It's a big deal."
His dad propped his hands on his hips. "I don't believe in all that shit."
"I know, but she does. And she's not hurting anyone. I think you can give her a break."
His dad stared at him for a few seconds. "Okay, kid. I'm sorry I upset her."
"I know you are, but I'm not the one you need to apologize to."
His dad sighed. "Motherfucker."
Aubrey chuckled. "Yeah, motherfucker."
His dad grinned at him. "Come here." He wrapped his arm around Aubrey's neck and brought him to his chest. Aubrey hugged him back, his arms going around his dad's waist. "You're a good kid, you know that?"
Aubrey smiled against his dad's chest. "I learned from the best."
His dad squeezed him a little harder.
Sterling walked his boy out to his mom's SUV. She was sitting in the driver's seat wiping her eyes.
Sterling sighed. Goddamn, he really was an asshole. He knocked on her window as Aubrey opened the passenger side door.
She rolled it down without looking at him.
"Allyson, I'm sorry." He leaned into the car a bit. "I know I'm a jackass that needs to keep his mouth shut."
The corner of her lip lifted. "You always have been that way."
"Yeah," he sighed. "Probably always will be."
She made eye contact with him. "You don't have to be."
He knew she was talking about religion again, and it was on the tip of his tongue to say something, but he remembered what Aubrey had said. He nodded once instead. "Alright." He straightened and tapped the roof of the car. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, Dad." Aubrey waved.
Sterling stepped away as they backed out of the parking space. He watched them until they disappeared around the corner, Aubrey waving until he was out of sight.
Goddamn, he loved that kid.
"That was such a refreshing message, wasn't it?" His mom smiled at him as they stood from their seats.
"Sure," Aubrey gave a flat smile. He couldn't muster the energy for more. He was still trying to shake the sleep out of his eyes. Church services always made him sleepy.
"Where do you want to go for lunch?"
"Lunch?" Aubrey furrowed his brows. "Mom it's only 10:30."
"Okay, brunch then," she said as they made their way to the end of the pew.
"I'm not really hungry and I told dad I'd be back by 11."
An older couple stopped his mom to say hi. Aubrey smiled and nodded as they acknowledged him.
"But it's Sunday," she said once the couple had moved on.
They finally made it out of the packed pew — everyone in a 100 mile radius seemed to decide to go to church today — and started down the center aisle.
"Allyson, you look lovely today," a lady with blonde hair said.
His mom smiled at her as the lady gave her a hug.
"Thank you, Nikki, you look lovely too."
The lady — Nikki — said something to his mom that Aubrey didn't catch. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as they continued to talk.
Aubrey turned around at the gentle touch to his back. It was Tiffany. She had just started at his school a couple of weeks ago. He only saw her in Bible class since she was in tenth grade, one grade below him.
"Hi Tiffany." He smiled.
She tucked her brown hair behind her ear. "I didn't know you went here."
"I don't usually come on Sundays because I'm with my dad."
"Oh," she said quietly. She lowered her head. "This is only our second time here."
He nodded. "Cool."
"Yeah, it seems like a good church."
He nodded again, because he didn't really have anything to say to that.
"How's the youth group?" She looked at him, her light brown eyes were big and outlined in black liner.
She was pretty. Aubrey wondered why he'd not noticed her before now. He quickly glanced down her frame. She was a couple of inches shorter than him, and her blue dress was hugging her curvy hips and large chest.
Aubrey swallowed as he felt his cock twitch. Yeah, she was pretty. "It's good," he answered her question.
She nodded. "What are you doing today?" She tucked her straight hair behind her ear again.
He cleared his throat. "Not sure, probably just heading back to my dad's house." He glanced at his mom. She was still talking with her friend.
"My family is going out to eat." She blushed as she looked at her feet. "You and your mom could come, if you wanted."
Aubrey blinked. She was...flirting with him. He wasn't an idiot, he knew girls liked him at school. A few of them had even asked him out, but he'd never been interested enough in any of them. The last girlfriend he'd had was when he was 14. All the guys thought he was crazy, but he wasn't into dating just for the hell of it. Like he'd told his dad, he wanted to wait for the right girl.
"I, uh, don't know," he said. "My dad's waiting for me."
She looked like someone just kicked her puppy.
He hurried to say, "But maybe another time."
She gave a small smile. "Okay, I guess I'll see you at school on Tuesday?" She looked hopefully at him.
Aubrey grinned. "I think I'd like that." And he was surprised at how much he meant those words.
She beamed. "Okay, see you later, Aubrey."
He watched her walk away, her ass swaying gently in her fitted dress. He felt his cock stir again. Maybe Tiffany was the girl that was going to change his single status.
Sterling needed those few hours alone to collect himself. He was able to get through breakfast without thinking about the fuck up of the early morning, but that didn't mean he was completely over it. He'd said he was going to push it to the back of his mind — and he had — but it kept resurfacing.
He felt like a goddamn pervert every time the image of his son's half hard cock would pop up. Or the memory of how his dick had felt nestled between those ass cheeks.
He was a fucking bastard. A motherfucking bastard with a pedophile brain. Were pedophiles born over night? How did he suddenly become one? He'd never looked at a kid — boy or girl.
He paced his room, but that reminded him too much of that morning. So he moved downstairs. He paced the living room, but then he remembered how his boy had laid his head on his chest as they watched Rocky.
"Goddammit," Sterling muttered. Aubrey was everywhere in this house. Which made sense considering he was his son. He sighed.
He had to get over this. He had to stop beating himself up over it.
It was just a stupid mistake. It didn’t mean anything.
He straightened his spine and cracked his knuckles. He was a 34 year old man. He could deal with this shit. He rolled his shoulders.
Push it away. Act normal.
He gave a firm nod.
Yep, that's what he'd do.
Because nothing had changed. Aubrey was still his son and nothing would ever change that.
Goddamn the motherfucker that ever tried to take his boy away from him. Even if that motherfucker was himself.
He wouldn't let himself lose his son over some temporary insanity.
Aubrey was his, and Sterling wasn't about to push him away.