Comforting the Freshly Separated

In 2001 my father separated from my mother. Initially I went to live with her. Last year, I turned 18 and moved in with my father because I am studying medicine here in São Paulo. My dad is a crown type who isn't sarado but also not fat. On Sundays he likes to drink beer with his colleagues and go out with a bunch of them.
One Sunday, I was reading something about anatomy when my father came in his underwear and said:
- All right, son. Let's have a roll over there.
- rss, no father, studying and at 4:00 I go to the academy.
Since you got here, haven't you spent any time with your dad?
I looked at him a little surprised, he'd never spoken so gently before.
We went to this really big bar and had a few drinks, just the two of us. He told me about his personal life, that he'd never dated any women or ever had sex since they split up; that until shortly before I arrived at that house he missed Mommy, but today he forgot her for good.
It was late, we left the house at 12:30 and came back around 23:30, I was tired, first went to a big bar, then to a boutique, a small corner bar, drank all of them and played snooker.
My dad was this guy who would clutch after seventh grade, and I'd take a little bit of time, and he was sort of conscious when we got in the car.
- Son, I loved being here with you. It was magical.
- It's all right, Dad. You are a big man and let me drive.
He got out, I don't know what was going through his head when I agreed to let him drive.
- Dad go take your bath, I'll wait here.
My dad was walking towards the bathroom and he tripped. He didn't fall down... Then a second time I went to help him, he smiled like a drunk guy. I took off all his clothes and put it underneath the shower. His dick wasn't soft but not hard. It was getting me wet so I pulled out my T-shirt, then I removed my shorts and panties. Just looking at us compared our dicks and saw that mine were much bigger, my father's must have been about 14 hard and mine had 18, hard.
My dad had a reputation for being an asshole. Suddenly he took my hand and went on his dick, I was getting him excited and me too. He burped and I smelled all the beer that he'd drunk, I didn't want to kiss him in this state, but I got so excited... he came over to me a little bit and we kissed from underneath the shower.
He turned off the shower, I got down on my knees and started sucking his dick. Wow! I'd never sucked a half-soft hard cock from an alcoholic before! It was delicious. Then when I stood up he hugged me tightly and kept hitting my ass with that strong brown hand. We stuck our tongues together, then he came to breastfeed at my boobs and then sucked my armpits. He made this delightful kiss. And then I faced the wall and had my back towards him. Next thing you know, he put his arms around me in a go-go motion smelling my neck, bit my ear and told me to stand on all fours.
I immediately obeyed and leaned on the toilet, since our bathroom didn't have a stall. He licked my whole ass, kissed my butt and put his tongue over my balls. That got me excited. For a moment I thought that he was not drunk but aware of what he was doing.
He started shoving his dick up my ass, and he began to stick those little six-inch sticks in my butt.
I got fucked by my dad. And it was amazing, and then we came out of the bathroom and went upstairs naked to his bed and slept in there soaking wet but also crazy for a fuck that made me want to give him more ass every time and suck on his big cock when we get into bed he hugs me you're all cuddled up together sitting on the bed with my dick touching his i hold us both like one hit each other kissing and licking each other off stood on our knees
- Go son, like your daddy's ass.
I just shoved my dick up his ass.
- Come on, son. Aah! What a big cock that cat has got there.
My father groaned, and then we hugged each other and slept together.
The other day he woke up, looked at me and stroked my hair.
- Hey there, son.
- Hi, Dad. I had a lovely night...
Forget what we did and...
Before he could say anything, I wiped his mouth with my little finger.
You call me 'my love' and not son.
- But... he stopped, looked at me and said:
Then he gave me a kiss that took my breath away.