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Father and Son

By: Jayhawker12



It was a cold Alaskan night when the heater went out in Steve and Austin's house. Austin had already asked his father to let him sleep in his bed but Steve said no. Steve had said no because he didn't want his son to know that he wanted him and he remembered the tent that appeared in his boxers when Austin asked to sleep together. About an hour later Austin came into the room and asked if he could sleep in the bed because he was starting to lose feeling in his toes. Steve naturally replied because his son's well-being was more important than a few sexual desires. After Austin had slid into bed with him Steve closed his eyes and started to slide off to sleep when he felt a pair of hands start to slide down his chest and ever so softly caress his bulge. When he opened his eyes he saw his son doing it and was wondering what the hell he was doing.

"Why are you doing that son?" asked Steve.

"Because you looked cold and I wanted to warm you up," replied Austin innocently.

"Well don't do it anymore, understand," Steve said sternly. Austin never replied because he had already turned his back to him. Steve just shook his head and rolled over on his side. After a few hours passed Steve woke to the feeling of fingers moving around his hips and starting to rub his sack and shaft. In no time his dick started to thicker and harder and he moved slightly to show that he was awake and Austin just kept rubbing.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Steve finally asked.

"Here's the truth, ever since we went swimming and I saw your body and we showered in that big shower I knew I had to have you," replied Austin.

"Why didn't you say something earlier I have wanted you even before that," said Steve.

"You have? Can we give each other a blowjob?" asked Austin hopefully

"But of course son, but first we have to get naked," said Steve nonchalantly. At that moment Austin started to undress his dad he started with the shirt he had worn to bed then he moved to his flannel boxers and he slowly moved them off of Steve's hips, and he ever so slowly slipped them off. When he did this Steve's completely hard eight inch cock sprang out and Austin gasped.

"Now it's your turn," said Steve. He then roughly removed Austin's shirt and he marveled at how tone his nineteen year olds chest was, little did he know that his son was thinking the same of his forty year old chest. Steve moved to his son's flannel boxers and very slowly lifted them off his cock and then pulled them completely off. Once Steve did this Austin's seven and a half inch cock flipped up like a flagpole.

"Wow son you almost have your old man beaten," remarked Steve with a smile.

"Are you ready for a blowjob Dad?" asked Austin sexily.

"Of course bring it on!" replied Steve noisily. Without any more pre amble Austin moved to his father's dick and started to suck it and he alternated between slow and fast and also he used to his tongue to ever so lightly caress the swollen head of his dad's cock. He then proceeded to take his father's entire cock into his mouth and used his tongue to lick Steve's ball sack. Steve moaned and that caused Austin to go even father and when his father cummed in his mouth he swallowed it all.

"Wow Austin you made me cum in less time it took anybody else. You should be proud,"

"It's my turn now dad and yes I am proud for that and because I swallowed your entire load," replied Austin with strings of cum hanging off his mouth. Then Steve started to give Austin one of the best blowjobs in his life. He started to run his tongue up and down his son's cock and swirling it on his head and then, without any problems, he took Austin's entire cock and started to suck it. After a few minutes Austin screamed in pleasure and then wave after wave of cum poured into Steve's mouth and he swallowed it all as well. When he had finished he told his son that was one of the best blowjobs he had ever received even those from another man. 

"Can we do this again dad?" asked Austin

"Of course we can and maybe something more," replied Steve cryptically.

To Be Continued...

Father and Son



This is a gay male story, but as the self-explanatory title implies it involves homosexual activity of an incestuous nature.

***

I woke up and saw that the kitchen light was still on, and when I went out to investigate I saw pretty much what I expected. Dad was asleep, or passed out, in the kitchen chair. The half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and an empty glass were in front of my father, who had his head on the table and was out cold.

My father wasn't a drunk, or at least I didn't think he was. He didn't drink too often, and usually just on special occasions, like today. Today is my Mom's birthday, and it's days like this that he breaks out the Jack. Their wedding anniversary is a cause for drinking too, and just about anything else that reminds him of her.

Mom died a few years back, and while we both miss her, I think Dad misses her even more that I do. That's why he breaks out the bottle, and it's also why I don't think any less of him for it. In the morning, he'll go to work and be fine.

"C'mon Dad," I said, trying to help him up to his feet.

He's about a head taller than I am, but I outweigh him so I manage to get him up on his feet thanks to my strength. Dad is long and lean, in direct contrast to my short and stout build, but thankfully he's able to move a little because getting him to his bedroom would have been tough without his help.

I let Dad rest his hand on my shoulder as I help him get his clothes off, trying to make sure he doesn't fall, and finally get him onto the bed to finish the job.

Dad is in pretty good shape for a 54 year old guy, his slim body is toned and very trim. The hair on his chest is now salt and pepper in color, the one tell-tale sign of his age. I unbuckle his belt and coax his pants down his pale and hairless legs, and as I do, my eyes go to his boxer shorts.

I had gotten a glimpse of my father naked years ago, but had never really gotten a good look at him, and for some reason I found my hands going up to the elastic of his boxer shorts as he laid back on the bed with his legs hanging over the side.

"This is sick," I remember whispering to myself as I slowly pulled down the striped briefs, exposing first the wild spray of pubic hair and then the shaft of his cock.

I exhaled loudly as more and more of the flaccid beige tube was exposed as I tugged the briefs down, shuddering when I saw my Dad's manhood up close for the first time.

No big deal, I recall thinking as I got the underwear off and pulled his legs up onto the bed. Just a six inch cock, just like mine. The only difference was that mine was six inches hard, while Dad's was as limp as a dish rag.

My Dad has a huge cock. That thought which came to me at that moment seemed so weird to be thinking, but then again there I was staring at him as he dozed away on the bed, his cock dangling on his side like an elephants trunk. Dad wasn't circumcised, and only the tip of the rose hued glans was peeking out from behind the shroud, while below his golf ball-sized nuts hung down to the sheet in their long wrinkled pouch.

It was then that I realized that not only was my cock hard, I was stroking myself, my hand busy under my pajamas. Jerking off while staring at my old man's cock was sick even for me, but there I was. It was all I could do to keep myself from reaching down and touching his cock, so badly did I want to see him hard - to see how big he really would get.

My knees almost gave out as I came, coating the inside of my pajamas with what seemed like a copious loud of semen. Dad mumbled something just after I finished cumming, so I quickly pulled up the sheet over him and exited the room, practically crying when I thought about what I had done.

***

The next morning I had trouble looking at my Dad, and not only because I was so ashamed of myself either. The thought of that big cock swaying around under those baggy slacks made my dick tingle just thinking about it, and by the time I ran out to catch my school bus I was sporting a boner.

School was tough these days, because I had 2 classes with Jeff Proctor, and just looking at him hurt, knowing he was seeing somebody else. Jeff was my first boyfriend, and after we had a fight and broke up I swore there would never be anybody else. I might have only been 18, but I felt like my life was over.

All day though, my thoughts kept drifting away from Jeff and to somebody else. Dad. I almost wanted to go and talk with my guidance counselor about it, but could imagine how that would go.

"Say, Mr. Allen, last night I got my father naked and can't get the vision of his cock out of my head," I imagined saying to the old coot. "Is it weird to want to suck your old man's cock?"

No, that wouldn't do at all.

***

I went to our school's basketball game that night, just so I wouldn't be home around my father all night, but watching a bunch of athletic guys running around in shorts didn't do much to keep my mind off of things. The only thing worse would have been to go to the wrestling tournament. That would have been worse not only for the obvious reasons, but also because Jeff was on the team. 

We lost, as usual, and after the game I took my time going home. I stopped at the little pocket park where a bunch of guys from school were drinking beer. I bought a couple off of one of my classmates and after belting them down began to trudge home.

Most of the lights were out when I got home, which I was happy for, and when I went into the kitchen I saw that the bottle of Jack Daniels was at the same level it had been last night, which meant that Dad was probably okay. As I was holding the bottle of hear a noise behind me, which almost made me drop the thing.

"Go ahead, Steven," my Dad said.

"Uh - no, I was just looking at it," I mumbled.

"It's okay," Dad said. "Heck, let's have a drink together. You wouldn't mind having a drink with your old man, would you? Smells like you have a head start on me."

"Had a few beers after the game," I admitted.

My father was already getting out a couple of rocks glasses and before I could refuse he already had them filled.

"Cheers," Dad said, and after we clinked glasses I forced some of the liquor down.

"You okay, Steven?" Dad asked, and when I nodded I got an idea.

Actually, it was just before that when my mind started working. Dad was wearing pajamas, and when my eyes traveled down his body I couldn't help but see the outline of his cock as it snaked down the inside of his right thigh.

"Maybe I had a beer too many," I slurred, wincing as I drained the glass and asked for a refill.

"I know the feeling," Dad said. "Last night I - well, you know. After all, you were the one that made sure that I got into bed okay, right?"

I nodded, trying to make out like I was under the influence without overdoing the acting.

"Mom would have been 52 yesterday," Dad said.

"I know," I mumbled, and as sick as it sounds, when I thought of Mom I now thought of the tiny little woman getting impaled by my father's monster cock, and wondered how such a petite woman could have taken it.

"Guess we're kinda in the same boat, I suspect," Dad said, looking over his glass at me while he sipped his Jack. "I miss your mother and you miss Jeff."

"Huh?" I said

"Jeff," Dad repeated. "I haven't seen him around lately, and you had been acting a bit down recently."

"You know?" I asked, and my feet got tangled up and I almost fell down, accidentally adding to the act I was performing.

Dad knew I was gay. I felt ashamed of myself, not wanting him to know that while I liked girls and all, Jeff was something different altogether.

"It's alright," Dad said, helping me regain my balance. Heck, I was young once too. I experimented quite a bit when I was your age."

"You mean you were with..."

"Other guys? Oh yes," Dad confessed. "Before I met your Mom I had several male lovers. Here, why don't we get you to bed before you fall down."

***

I let my father take the glass from my hand and lead me down the hall. My heart was racing and my head was spinning with all that I had learned over the last couple of minutes. Dad knew about me and Jeff, and not only wasn't he mad or anything, he thought it was okay. Better yet, he had been with guys too.

I bumped off of the wall on the way down the hall, and let out an embarrassed chuckle as I did. Prepared to have Dad bring me to my room, I lost my balance again when he guided me unexpectedly in another direction. His bedroom.

"You know, the one thing I can say about my youthful - shall we say indiscretions?" Dad said, leading me to the side of his bed, the old king-sized bed that he and Mom had shared all those years.

"No," I slurred into many syllables as Dad pulled my shirt up over my head.

"It's that I don't regret a minute of any of it," Dad said, kneeling down and undoing my belt.

My jeans were coming down, and as I put my hand on my father's bony shoulder I realized that my pouch was just inches away from his face. How I wished that the bulge was bigger, and just as I made another wish, it came true.

Dad was tugging my underwear down, and then I was naked and being eased into the sheets. Dad was standing next to the bed, looking at my body in the dim light as he unbuttoned his pajama top, and after he tossed it aside his fingers undid the bottoms.

***

My body was trembling as my father climbed into bed next to me, and when he reached over and took me in his arms I did not resist. On our sides facing each other, he pressed our bodies together, and as he did I felt my cock get hard.

"Last night," Dad whispered in my ear. "When you stood next to the bed - how I wanted for you to climb in bed with me."

"You saw?" I asked.

"Yes," Dad said. "When I saw what you were doing it aroused me to think that you found me attractive. I should have reached out to you last night."

I gasped when I felt my father's hand wrap around my stiff cock, bringing it to a whole different level of hardness. I felt like blue steel in his tight grip, and when he gave my cock a gentle pull I groaned.

"Here," Dad said, taking my hand with his free one and bringing it under the sheet.

"Oh!" I moaned as my father put my hand on his cock, a cock that was not limp and squishy like it seemed to be last night but long and pretty hard.

I let my hand slide up the shaft, which seemed to not have an end to it, and when my hand slid down to the base of it we both let out a sigh.

"Can't believe you big yours is," I said softly, while pulling on the prong whose tip rested against my stomach.

"You're so hard," Dad whispered as his hand spun around the shaft. "I have to..."

***

My father slid down the bed, taking the sheet along with him, and as I looked down into the semi-darkness, I saw my cock being caressed lovingly and then disappearing into his mouth. His lips slid right down to the base of my tool effortlessly and then made the same trip back up to the head, which he swabbed with his swirling tongue before going right down to the base of my tool.

It was amazing how much different getting my dick sucked by my father was than when Jeff did it. Since those were the only two people who had ever touched me, I didn't have a whole lot of experience, but Dad was so much more passionate, treating my dick like he was lavishing love on it, whereas Jeff and I merely gobbled each other's dicks in a frenzy, too horny and anxious to get each other off to bother with much foreplay.

Dad was totally the opposite, and that was why I hadn't cum seconds after he touched me. He brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, only to back off and play around with my balls, licking and sucking on them before going back to my cock, which remained arched back onto my stomach pointing at me.

My eyes were adjusting to the dimness of the room, so I could see Dad's tongue sliding along the underside of my cock before he took it all in again, taking the 6" inches of throbbing flesh into his mouth and beyond effortlessly.

I wanted to touch him so badly, but he stayed down at the foot of the bed and out of reach, with only the top of his head visible and he brought me back to the brink of orgasm again, but this time he kept going.

My legs were churning as I felt my entire lower torso begin to tingle, much like getting a mild electric jolt, and then I erupted in my father's mouth, sending what felt like a gusher of semen down his throat in a series of spurts that seemed to continue for an absurd length of time before ending.

Dad was kneeling at the foot of the bed, looking at me for my reaction before walking up to the headboard on his knees. His cock swung lazily between his thighs as he did, looking even longer than before, and when he got up to my side I reached out to it. 

"You don't have to," my father said, but that wasn't really true.

I did have to, and when I grabbed his cock I heard the loud intake of breath that came out of him. I could see the outline of the head of his cock under the foreskin of his monstrous organ as I gave the shaft a tug.

"Only did this to one guy before," I apologized in advance. 

"You'll do fine, son. Here."

Dad moved up so that he was up even with my head, and his cock dangled down in my face. I opened my mouth as far as I could while Dad dropped the tip of his cock into my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his low-hanging sac, rolling his balls in my palm as my lips experienced their first foreskin.

Not sure what to do with it, I tired to just move my mouth up as far as I could, while my father kept assuring me that I was doing fine.

"Here you go," Dad said, retracting the foreskin and exposing the plum-sized glans of his monster cock, which was pinkish in hue, a sharp contrast to the more bronze color of the rest of his manhood.

Now I was just laying there with my mouth open as my father fed his cock into my mouth like a fishing line into a pond. Before I opened my eyes I imagined that I was sucking at least half of his cock - maybe 3/4's of it, but when I looked up I saw that I was way off.

Dad didn't seem to mind, because I could feel him getting harder and longer, until his cock was starting to point in a direction that made this erotic position impossible. Dad moved from his position of nearly straddling me, and I watched in disbelief as I saw what I had created.

His cock wasn't fully erect, but the length of his manhood was not to be believed. As I would find out soon enough, this was as long as it would get, but now I wanted him to stand up. He got off the bed and I went down to my knees in front of him.

It was a position that I felt he deserved, with me at his feet almost worshipping his prodigious organ. This was also the position I had been the first time I had gone down on Jeff, so I felt comfortable there even though what I was facing was nothing like Jeff.

I wrapped my hands around the shaft of my father's cock, retracting the foreskin myself this time, and proceeded to give myself to him. My lips went down as far as they could - right down to where my fists were pumping and churning the rest of his cock, and I moved my head as fast as I could while Dad ran his fingers through my hair.

"That's good, son. So good," he kept telling me, while I tried to get his cock fully erect.

I couldn't, although it got pretty hard. After a few minutes I sensed he was getting tired of standing so I moved him down to the bed and knelt beside him.

"You're doing great, Steven," Dad assured me when I started to apologize again. "Keep doing what you're doing."

So I did. My jaws were aching as I forced as much of the fleshy monolith down my throat as I could without gagging, pulling and yanking on the shaft as I did. I could feel my father's hand on the back of my thigh, and I slid a little closer, allowing him access to my balls, which he kneaded hard.

Dad started making little noises, and then I felt his hand clamp down on my sac just as his cum spurted into my mouth. I fought to keep from gagging as he shot some down my throat before he began to go limp in my grasp.

Then he was reaching up and bringing me down next to him, hugging me and telling me how much he loved me while we embraced.

***

"That's about as hard as I can get these days," Dad explained as we relaxed in bed. "Matter-of-fact, even when I was young I could never get really stiff. Not like you, that's for sure."

"So think about that whenever you start to think how much better it would be to have something like this," Dad concluded as he wiggled his drooping cock at me. "What I wouldn't give to feel some-one's lips around the base of my cock just once. Your mother - how she tried..."

I reached over and hugged my father as he let out a couple of gentle sobs, and as we held each other I felt our cocks rubbing together, his limp and mine, which was limp but now was getting hard.

"I don't want to be nosy, son," Dad said after he regained his composure. "But did you and Jeff ever do anything besides - you know - what we just did?"

"You mean anal?" I asked. "No. We were going to one time but Jeff chickened out at the last minute. Why?"

"Just curious. That's something that I always wanted to try but never did," Dad confessed.

I shivered when I thought almost my father trying to stick that enormous weapon into my anus. Jeff's finger got my attention that one time. What would it be like to have something like that inside me?"

"You can, if you want," I finally blurted out.

"What?"

"If you want to put your cock in my ass, you can," I told him, wanting him to know how much I loved him. "I mean, I'll try."

"No no no," Dad said, giving me a squeeze. "Even if I could, I wouldn't. I was thinking more about you."

***

Dad was on his knees before me, with his face buried in the pillow. Before me, his buttocks were spread apart, and his brown puckered ring was glistening with the lubricant I had liberally applied.

I had it all over my cock too, so much of it that I used it on my father's cock and balls, which hung down from between his legs fully exposed and vulnerable.

My greased hands on his stuff felt really good, and made my cock even harder as I crept up to him. Pressing the tip of my dick squarely in the center of his anus I eased forward and slid in slowly.

I could hear my father groaning as I moved a little bit of my dick in and out of him, and when he started pushing back against me I began to move harder and put more of my dick in him until I was buried to the hilt, all six inches deep into his rectum.

His warm cavity felt so tight and good that I knew I wouldn't last long, so I crouched over him and reached around, grabbing his flaccid cock and yanking on it hard as I pounded as hard as I could.

"Cumming," I groaned, and I felt Dad's body shudder as I sent volleys of my seed into his bowels, making his warm cavity even warmer.

I stayed inside of him as long as I could, until my limp dick oozed out, and then we went down into the bedding with me spooning behind him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm great," he said. "It was fantastic. How about you?"

"It was great," I said. "You felt so tight and warm. I wish you could experience it too."

"I'm happy as it is now," Dad told me, but my mind was already working.

***

"Just one more night," I said the next morning, when my father felt remorse about what he had done.

"You should be out looking for someone like Jeff," he said.

"And you should be out looking for somebody like Mom - or somebody like yourself," I added. "And we will, but give me one more night with you. Friday night. After that, it will be like nothing even happened."

Dad agreed, so I went to work. I went to an adult book store and bought a few things for that special night. When Friday night arrived, we had a cocktail in the kitchen while dressed in our pajamas.




Father and Son



"You look like you're in pain?" Do you have indigestion or something?" Dad asked me.

"No," I said. "I've never been better."

"Actually, I was in some discomfort, and my father would soon find out why.

"What's all this?" Dad said as we went to his bedroom, where I had dumped the bag of stuff I had bought.

"Well, you know what this is," I said, holding up the large bottle of lube that I bought.

Dad chuckled when he held up the device I had bought for him, the Iron Man 3000, which according to the package would make you as hard as the name implied.

"Why did you waste your money on this?" he asked. "These things don't work."

"If it doesn't, no harm done. Think of it as a Father's Day gift."

"What's this?" Dad said, a puzzled look on his face as he held up the empty plastic sleeve that held what it claimed was an 8" dong.

I dropped my pajamas and turned around while bending over.

"Good grief," I heard Dad exclaim. "How long have you been walking around with that inside of you?"

"A while," I admitted. 

"Why?"

"Wanted to get ready for you," I said, and when he started to protest I cut him off.

"Please Dad," I said. "It's just tonight - our last night. Please don't say no. You want it, and you deserve it. We both deserve it."

"But what if this thing doesn't..."

"It will," I assured him, reaching over and unsnapping his pajamas and grabbing his dangling cock before they hit the floor. "You're going to get hard. Really hard like you did when you were my age, and then you're going to put that incredible cock of yours into my ass, and you're going to take me just like I took you." 

***

For once in my life, I made the right decision when I bought something. I had almost opted to get a cheaper model of vacuum pump, but I was afraid that the size of the plastic vessel on the cheaper ones wouldn't be big enough. For me it would have been fine but for Dad?

Now, after lubricating my father's cock and stuffing it into the chamber, I was confident even though Dad was nervous and much less confident than me.

"Here goes," I said while making the seal as tight as I could before pumping the trigger on the handle.

"Ooh!" Dad exclaimed when he felt the suction around his cock, and although I didn't see much change after a minute or so, I remained confident.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. "Why don't you work that thing around inside of me. It's slipping out a little.

I swiveled a little, allowing my father to reach the dildo was was still in my ass, and as he grabbed it, he pulled it out before sliding it back into my lubricated opening.

"Good grief! This thing is enormous!" Dad exclaimed before slowly sliding it all the way back in, and when he saw I could take it with a minimum of strain, he seemed to enjoy sliding it in and out of me.

"That's nice, Dad," I said. "And in a couple of minutes, you're going to take it's place. It's working."

"I know," Dad said, his voice cracking either through emotion of strain. "I can feel it."

I kept squeezing the trigger just like the directions said, and kept watching as my father's cock kept getting bigger and bigger, until it nearly filled the over-sized vessel to capacity."

"Look, daddy!" I almost shouted. "Look at your cock!"

He looked down at the swollen member that looked distorted against the plastic and laughed as he pulled the dildo out of my ass.

"Don't hold back, Daddy," I implored him as I let go of the valve and released the vacuum before pulling his fully engorged manhood from the device and scrambled onto all fours. "I want it all."

***

Dad was bigger than the dong that had been conditioning my anus all this time, but even though he was rock hard, his flesh was more gentle than the hard plastic had been. My anus felt like it was still wide open as Dad moved into next to me.

That being said, when I felt the head of my father's cock begin to penetrate my anus, I experienced more pain than I was expecting. I bit into the pillow, determined to not let him know how excruciating this really was, and even managed to tell him I was okay when he asked.

Finally, I felt the ridge of his glans pop inside of me, and when that did he lurched a little forward, filling more of me with his cock, and as he did the pain changed. It still hurt, but I wanted more, and as I got used to it I began to urge him on.

"That's it!" I yelped. "Fuck me hard, Dad."

His left hand were on my hip and I think his right hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft as he began to thrust harder and deeper.

"Harder!" I cried, dizzy and delirious as I clawed at the bedding while my father really got into it. "I want all of you cock in me."

He didn't, of course, and probably didn't come close to fully impaling me, but what he gave me was plenty, and it was plenty good for both of us. 

"So tight, so good," Dad said, and I don't know if he was crying or laughing as it said it, and when he told me he was cumming I was wishing it would never end.

Dad's sweaty body wrapped around mine, I felt his cock lurch inside of me, and then the warmth began to spread all over my insides as his cock twitched away deep in my rectum.

"Son?" Dad asked me as he remained hunched over me while I felt his long serpent-like penis begin to wind its way out of my bowels. 

"I loved it," I said without hesitation. "I loved it and I love you."

"Thank you for your gifts," Dad said as we collapsed on the bedding. "Especially the greatest gift I could have ever asked for."

***

Another Friday night, but a couple of moths in the future, and I was looking forward to a fun-filled night with what I hoped would include a lot of sex.

"You and Andrew really seem to be hitting it off," my father said as he watched me prepare to visit my new boyfriend, a cute Asian-American guy in my Psych class at college. "Spending the night, you said?"

"Yes," I said. "What are your plans?"

"Uh - well," my father said just as the doorbell rang, and since I was right next to the door I swung it open.

"Mr. Peters?" I asked when I recognized the man at the door.

Mr. Peters was a gym teacher back in my old high school, but I was never in his classes and had no idea why he was here anyway.

"Ralph!" I heard mt Dad say as he opened the door wide to let the muscular man inside.

"Hello Steven," Mr. Peters said, clapping me on the shoulder a before giving my Dad a hug. 

"Guess I'll get going," I said, my head spinning as I realized what was going on.

"See you tomorrow, Steven," Dad said as he ushered me out the door.

"Oh, and thanks again for that gift," Dad whispered in my ear.

"You mean you're going to use..."

"We already did," Dad confessed. "The other afternoon. It worked great - for both of us."

***

thank you for reading



Father and Son



A hot dry Santa Anna wind was blowing and the temperature in Santa Barbara was well up into the 90's. My car, which had been sitting in a parking lot and baking in the sun, was an oven. The trip from the airport to my home is less than fifteen minutes, not enough time for it to really cool down and when I walked in the door I was still soaked in perspiration. The house was cool and quiet and I proceeded to my bedroom to change into a swim suit so that I could join my wife who I expected to find cooling herself in our pool. As I stripped, I looked out the window and saw her with my son and stepdaughter and my world changed. I was home two days earlier than expected.

I work for one of the big four accounting firms and supervise an area that extends from border to border in the two western time zones. For that, I make the big bucks and the firm provides me with a twin engine Beechcraft that I pilot myself. The reason for the airplane is that I am away from home a lot and if a job is going to take more than a few days I want to be home with my wife and kids as much as possible. I had just returned from Silicon Valley where I led a team of accountants conducting a due diligence audit of firm that was seeking to go public. 

My son, Kyle, is twenty two years old and is a typical California surfer; blonde, six foot one and 175 pounds of insolent arrogance. The girls flock to him as if he was Adonis and he has come to expect it as his due. His mother, Sondra, died of ovarian cancer when he was twelve and his adolescence was supervised by a succession of housekeepers until I married Patricia when he was sixteen. I am fifty and Pat, who is forty, has a daughter, Jennifer who is twenty and lives with us at home. She is now in her second year at UC Santa Barbara. Her father, who lives on the east coast, hasn't seen her in years, and has contributed northing to her upbringing,

Kyle has just graduated from UC Santa Cruz where I think he majored in partying and coeds I just wasn't around enough when he was growing up to monitor his activities and instill any ambition in him. Because of the years he was motherless and the short time that Pat had to supervise him there was no one to give him any direction or make up for the fact that everything came too easy for him. He is smart, but lazy and handsome enough that he has always had a procession of California beauties to stroke his ego.

I saw three beautiful bodies stretched out on three chaises in the shade of our lemon tree. That would have not been exceptional but for the fact that all three were nude. The two women were beautiful and could have been sisters but what the hell were they doing naked, next to my naked son? The window was closed against the heat so I could not hear what my son said when he turned to my wife but I saw her rise up and walk to a frosted pitcher and pour a drink. She returned to his side and instead of handing it to him she knelt beside him and offered it to him with both hands, as if she were making an offering to a god. He sat up and took it from her and before he sipped he said something else to her. I watched her hand move over his stomach and start stroking his cock. I didn't believe what I was seeing!

He turned to Jenny and said something to her and she came to stand next to his shoulder with her legs spread wide. Kyle ran his hand up and down Jenny's inner thigh and then he inserted his finger into her pussy. As he fingered her, her head went back and I saw her body shudder as she struggled to keep standing. The finger came out and was replaced by his thumb and I assume the finger went into her ass because I then saw her flinch and then rock slowly against his hand.

Pat, meanwhile, had brought Kyle to full erection and I must say I quite impressed with my sons endowment. It must have come from Sondra's side of the family because even from up here, I could see that he was much longer than I was and half again as thick. I could read Kyle's lips, as he gave her instructions and she half rose off of her knees and leaned over to take him in her mouth. It wasn't hard to tell when he came, his back arched and her throat was contacting as she swallowed.

It was quite clear to me that he was the director of this scene when he told Pat to take Jenny in her arms and kiss her. I could see their open mouths meet and Pat's cum laden tongue enter Jenny's mouth. The two women embraced and rubbed their bodies together as they humped each other. 

He then broke them apart and had Jenny lie on her back on a chaise and Pat kneel between her legs. Pat positioned herself with her mouth on Jenny's pussy with her ass in the air. Kyle moved behind Pat, his rampant cock sliding up and down in the cleft of her ass. I saw her reach between her legs and guide the bulbous head into her gaping cunt and then return her mouth to the dripping pussy in front of her. He was not gentle when he reached under her and squeezed her tits. I could see her flesh bulge between his fingers. He rammed into her and it was all she could do to keep on mouth on Jenny. Jenny came first and then Pat and finally Kyle who then collapsed on both of them.

I just stood there and watched the whole thing, it must have taken at least half an hour, and I did nothing to stop it. I am not the guy who wanted to watch his wife get fucked by another guy and certainly not by my son. Likewise, see the daughter I had adopted, fucked by her step brother. I was alternately angry, humiliated and indignant at what I had witnessed. I removed all indications that I had been home and retreated to my car. I drove to a nearby bar and in a corner booth, over a cold beer, plotted my response to this display of infidelity and disrespectful immorality.

I really didn't know what to do. I had lost my first wife to cancer and it broke my heart. I have come to love Pat. She really is a good woman and has been a good wife, at least up until now. Jennifer is a lovely young woman and unlike her brother has applied herself in college and is doing well. How has my son been able to corrupt my household and how long has it been going on? Before I take any action I have to know more.

I called the house and when I spoke to Pat I told her I was just leaving San Jose. The audit was completed and I would be home for a late dinner. She sounded thrilled and told me she would wait and have dinner with me. When I walked in the door she greeted me wearing only a bra, panties and high heels. She asked,

"Do you want to start with an appetizer or dessert?"

"What's the appetizer?"

She took off the bra, "These."

"And what's the dessert?"

She took off the panties, "This."

I scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on the other end of the dining room table. Only one end had been set up for the two of us and she was crossways on the table at the other end with her legs dangling on one side and her arms stretched out on the other. Her hands were gripping the edges. 

"Don't move." I said, and she didn't.

My fingers played all over her body. Feathery touches, brushing her nipples and clit, belly and breasts, facial lips and cunt lips, inner thighs and underarms, neck and ears, every erogenous spot I could think of. Then I paid attention to her nipples, pinching and squeezing them. She was writhing like a snake and the sounds she was making ran from a low moan to a keening wail.

"Please."

"Please what?

"I want to cum, I need your permission"

It was then it struck me, my wife was a submissive, not a latent one but a complete and fully conditioned submissive! I stood there, fully dressed, my thumb in her pussy and two fingers in her ass, her body moving as if it had a mind of its own, and she was asking for permission to cum!

"Does Kyle always give you permission? "

Everything stopped and the silence was deafening and after a long pause a low moan escaped her lips and the sound of her crying filled the room. She was sobbing her heart out, still lying there, and still gripping the table. I realized that the last command I gave her was to not move and she still couldn't. I pried her fingers from the edge of the table and lifted her in my arms to seat her on a chair; I didn't care if her leaking cunt stained the fabric. I pulled another chair directly in front of her and sat with my knees almost touching hers. The sobs racking her body slowly decreased only to be replaced by hiccups and then they stopped.

"Why" was the only thing I said?

A long soft moan escaped her lips, only to be replaced by the hiccups again. When they subsided she said,

"Because it's what I am."

"I don't understand. What are you? Explain your behavior this afternoon." 

"I have a need to be controlled and sexually dominated. If you remember I tried to get you to do this to me several times but you were never into it."

"I do remember, but I thought it was just a game you were playing at the time and you never explained to me that is was something you needed constantly."

"I was afraid I would have to tell you my history and you would think I was some kind of kinky weirdo and you would throw me out."

"What has this to do with your behavior with Kyle?"

"The last time I tried to get you to dominate me, Kyle was home from college and he overheard us in our bedroom. It seems he was more acquainted with domination and submission than you are and had experienced the lifestyle with a girl friend."

"Had you ever experienced it before?"

"Yes, it is a part of me; it started when I was married to Fred, my ex."

"Pat, we have been married for six years and I never knew, I think it's time for you to tell me about that part of your life."

"Arthur, I love you, I love you with all my heart. Please don't make me bare my soul about a time in my life that I am ashamed of."

"The only way we are going to get through this is for me to understand what I saw."

"Alright, but promise you won't hate me."

"I won't hate you; I am just trying to understand you."

Chapter 2

She sat there; naked facing me, the tears and hiccups had disappeared and began to relate the story of what happened to her in her first marriage.

"I married Fred when I was nineteen years old, fresh out of high school. Technically I was not a virgin, but the only sexual experience I had was a fumbling deflowering after the senior prom. It was hardly satisfying sex. So I came to my marital bed very much in love but sexually very inexperienced and I learned very quickly to enjoy sex with Fred. Jennifer was born a year after our wedding. I don't know why but after her birth my libido seemed to fade and I was not as receptive to Fred's attempts to make love to me as I had been previously. In order to spice things up he suggested that we try swinging. Eventually, I reluctantly agreed and we began slowly to participate in a local group. 

We would participate once or twice a month and our sex life did improve. I even began to look forward to the meetings. Fred took to it right away and waxed enthusiastically on our way home after every session. I was not as vocal as he was but I think I liked it even more than he did. What I liked was the variety of sexual partners I was meeting and my response to each of them. I was beginning to look forward to the ones who treated me roughly and took me the way they wanted. Fred was always gentle with me and never pressed me to do anything I didn't want to do, so I never knew of how many ways there were to have sex. Perhaps that is why our love making fell off so much after Jenny was born. 

We went on like that until she was about six years old and it was then that I met Leo. It was at one of our swingers parties. He wasn't handsome, in fact a bit over weight and probably in his middle 40's and at least six inches taller than I was in my heels and nicely dressed. I didn't know if he was married or single or if he had brought anyone with him but he walked up to me, looked me up and down and said,

"I like what I see, I'm going to fuck you, follow me."

He turned and walked away, I just stood there with my mouth open. He turned once more and said,

"If I have to repeat myself you are going to be very sorry."

No one had ever spoken to me that way. We had been attending these parties for years and although I had always paired up with a guy it was always after introductions, maybe a drink or two and then perhaps a little romancing. Nothing as crude or as blatant as this invitation but I figured, what the hell, I was here to get laid by someone other than my husband, so I followed him. I followed him into what must have been a den or a library and he indicated a spot on the floor.

"Stand here and don't move!" 

This was not a request, it was a command. No one had ever spoken to me like that, never had I ever to had to respond the way I was doing. He walked around me and my eyes followed him as much as I could without moving my head and then I felt his hand cup my ass. I flinched and moved my foot and his hand came down on my ass with a hard slap. It hurt and I stumbled forward. He walked in front of me and cupped my chin in his hand and while looking in my eyes said,

"I told you not to move, do you want to be spanked again?"

I didn't respond. He walked behind me again and spanked me again, and then he returned in front of me and looking me in the eye, repeated.

"Do you want to be spanked again?"

I shook my head, no.

I stood there and took his abuse. I didn't know why, but I liked the feeling of being controlled, of being helpless and being what he wanted me to be. It was my first lesson in being submissive.

He fastened his eyes on mine and I couldn't look away, all I saw was his strength. I felt his hands on my blouse, unbuttoning it and I still couldn't look away. Somehow I knew he didn't want me too. I felt my blouse slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. His hands slid up and down my arms then across my shoulders and my bra followed my blouse. 

"These are beautiful," he murmured as he caressed my tits, "I am going to enjoy punishing them."

My nipples were like pointed pebbles, my body was responding to him. He squeezed both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and I gasped at the sudden pain that shot through me. 

"You are going to learn the how the pleasure you crave will be related to the pain you receive from me."

He alternately squeezed and released my aching nipples and he had me moaning. My pussy was flooded and my panties soaked. My hips were thrusting of their own volition. My eyes were still fixed on his when he said,

"Drop your skirt."

I opened the button and the zipper and it slipped to the floor.

"And your panties."

They joined the skirt. I was standing there naked but for my stay up stockings and shoes, he was still fully dressed. He moved in closer, our bodies were almost touching, 

"Spread your legs." I complied. "Wider." I widened my stance. I had given up all control to him, it felt good. .

I felt his hand cup my mound, his finger rub my clit. I was lost in the sensations overloading my brain. I was humping his hand and moaning; my breath was ragged. 

"You are going to belong to me. I was right about you, the minute I saw you I knew you were a slut and you are going to be my slut. If you cum now it will be without my permission and it will mean you want the pain that will follow and the pleasure that will bind you to me."

He fingers found my G-spot and I exploded. I had never cum so hard in my life. If his hand, covering my crotch, had not been holding me up I would have fallen to the floor. I had certainly never cum for Fred like that and I had cum without permission. When I came to my senses I heard him say,

"Lie down across my lap."

Zombie like, I laid down across his lap, I knew I was going to be spanked and I put up no resistance what so ever. I was a grown woman, almost thirty years old, a wife married ten years, a mother of an eight year old child, and I was going to be spanked! The incongruity of it all was reinforced by the fact that I wanted it. I wanted it because he was displeased with me and I wanted to be back in his good graces. I realized that I was his slut.

He spanked me, hard, five times on each cheek, my ass was on fire. I was crying quietly when he stood me up and moved me behind a club chair. Roughly, he bent me forward over the back, my face almost touching the cushion and I heard his zipper going down. Without any preliminaries he shoved his cock into me. He fucked me without any foreplay, without any preliminaries, he fucked me without regard to me or my feelings, without any love. I felt him cum in me but I didn't match him, I didn't cum, he hadn't given me permission. He pulled out and said,

"Clean me up." I looked around for towel. "With your mouth."

I kneeled and took his penis in my mouth and sucked it squeaky clean and tucked it wet back into his pants and zipped him up.

"Tomorrow," he said, "Meet me at Gino's for lunch at noon," and he turned and walked away. 

It was the strangest experience of my life; at that point I didn't even know his name! I had never said anything and I let him do whatever he wanted with me. He had spanked me and fucked me and I had sucked his cock clean and he had never even kissed me. My ass still burned. 

On the way home Fred was babbling away about what a good time he and he hoped I did too. He couldn't wait to get me in bed so he could fuck me silly. He did fuck me but he did nothing for me, for the first time since we were married, I didn't cum for him. I didn't even get aroused, I just faked it.

Fred rolled off of me and immediately fell asleep; I just laid there staring at the dark ceiling, my mind recalling the events of the evening. Did I cum when he was finger fucking me because I wanted to be punished? Did I not cum when he fucked me over a chair because he did not give me permission? Did I not cum when my husband fucked me for the same reason? And the biggest question is am I going to be at Gino's at noon time tomorrow?

Chapter 3 At twelve o'clock on the dot, I walked into Gino's. I had purposely worn a halter top sun dress that I knew showed off my breasts to my best advantage, the skirt came to three inches above my knees. I saw him at a table in the far corner; it was as private a place as there was in this restaurant. I walked to him as provocatively as I could; I wanted him to want me. As I approached he rose to greet me with a kiss on my cheek and then he held a chair for me. He was as much a gentleman as he could be, so different than last night. When we were seated he said,

"I think introductions are in order, my name is Leo Applegate and you are?

"Pat,"

"Pat is a nick name. What is your full name?"

"Patricia Ann Bailey."

We went on to have the most enjoyable introductory conversation. We were laughing as we told each other of our histories and anecdotes from our lives. It was like a first date in high school until I asked,

"How did you know? How did you know I would respond to you like that? I didn't know I could be like that."

"I didn't for sure, but I saw something in you that made me want to try, that made me want you to be the way you turned out to be. You were everything I wanted. There are two of you, you know. The one conversing with me now and the one I had last night. This afternoon you came here as Pat, a delightful, beautiful woman, and last night you were Patricia Ann, the woman that both you and I want you to be."

"You and I are going to explore, to search inside of you for Patricia Ann and bring her out. You are going to want to please me in any and every way I desire. Even now, you are beginning to feel her emerge. Feel yourself wanting my touch, my approval, my control."

He was right, as he spoke to me, I could feel myself responding to him. My nipples were stiffening and my vagina was moistening.




Father and Son



"Patricia you didn't cum when I fucked you last night, did you?"

"No," I replied.

"Did your husband fuck you when you got home?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't cum?"

"No."

"You wanted to both times, but you couldn't."

"No I couldn't."

"Do you know why?"

It hit me as he said it. I hadn't even realized it at either time. I hadn't had his permission!

"But if I told you to cum now, right here sitting in this restaurant, you would do it for me wouldn't you?"

I didn't know what had come over me; I didn't understand the power he had over me. All I knew was that I would do what ever he wanted of me and when he said,

"Cum, cum now."

I did, I came, sitting on a chair, in a restaurant, where anyone watching could have seen me. He never touched my body, only with his words, he made me orgasm. I couldn't believe what had happened to me, my eyes were downcast I was too embarrassed to look around to see if anyone had noticed.

"Patricia Ann," he said, "Lift your ass off the chair and give me your panties, they must be soaked."

I obeyed, just as I always would from that moment on. No command, no demand. was ever refused. No humiliation was ever too extreme to be endured. He took me to a motel that afternoon and would not let me cum again even though he took me vaginally, orally and anally. He said he wanted me horny for our next meeting. I was; I was so horny I couldn't wait to get Fred into bed that night and I fucked his brains out but I couldn't cum. It only made me hornier, so when Leo summoned me two days later to his motel room, I rushed to meet him.

"Did you cum when you fucked Fred?"

"No Leo, you know I can't without your permission."

"Just making sure, Patricia. Now get naked, on the bed, on your back, knees up and spread."

He pinched and slapped my tits, my clit and my ass. I was writhing in pain and desire and begging,

"Please, please, Leo, I need to cum."

Finally permission came and I exploded. I needed his permission and I needed the pain. He was Pavlov, training me like he would train a dog and I was the dog. A bitch in heat that needed her Master for the pain and for the reward of pleasure. He never let me cum with a cock in me again, not his, not Fred's and not any of the men he gave me too. Only on his command, only with his permission.

I went on seeing him like that for two years until Fred found out and divorced me. He got custody of Jennifer; I had her for one weekend a month while I was living with Leo. Then Fred got married again and Jennifer could not get along with the new wife's kids. It was mayhem every day and finally he asked me to take her and she came to live with me and Leo. 

Then I came home one Saturday afternoon after shopping, and found her standing in front of him, naked. He was training her the same way he had trained me but she was only twelve years old! I blew up and in spite of everything he tried to do to keep us there; I knew I had to take her away. So we left the East Coast and came to California and it was shortly afterwards that I met you."

Chapter 4 Pat was crying again when she said,

"I told you about Fred but I wasn't honest about why we split and I also told you about Leo but not about our relationship. I just couldn't be honest about that. I love you Arthur, I really do, please don't hate me or make me go away." I answered,

"I don't know what I want to do. Today has been a day like no other in my life. I still can't get my mind about what I have heard and seen. It's late, let's go to bed, maybe things will be clearer in the morning." I went into the bathroom and took the shower I had missed in the afternoon and then got into bed wearing just my boxers. Just as I was about to turn off the light Pat came back into the room, she was wearing a skimpy baby doll nightie, she looked adorable. She sniffled as she said quietly, 

"Will you let me back in your bed?"

"Yes, but that's all that's going to happen tonight," and I rolled over with my back towards her and turned off the light. 

Sleep did not come easily, what the hell was I going to do? When I thought about it, having a submissive wife was not the end of the world. We had never had any real arguments and the few differences we did have, were usually settled to my satisfaction. Now I knew why. She was a goodwife, very attractive, seemingly very much in love with me and sexually she was everything I wanted her to be, plus I really did love her. I began to realize that the problem was not Pat, but Kyle. But Kyle was my son, my blood. Damn, why did he have to discover her secret? Why did he have to take advantage of it? And Jennifer, why did she succumb to him?

I guess I fell asleep in spite of everything running through my mind because I woke in the morning, lying on my back, with Pat's cheek against my shoulder and her arm across my chest. I looked at her face and I knew I couldn't live without her. My problem was what to do about Kyle.

As usual I was the first one up and I was down in the kitchen, on my second cup of coffee when Kyle came in.

"Morning Pop," was his greeting.

"You're up early, seeing you before ten is a rarity."

"Yeah, Charley called surfs up and we want to catch the waves before everything settles down."

"When are you going to settle down Kyle?"

"Settle down? What are you talking about?"

"You graduated from college three months ago, where do you go from here? What are going to do with the rest of your life?"

"Haven't made up my mind Dad, I'm still exploring my options. Can we do this some other time? I don't want to miss the waves."

He got up to leave and was halfway to the door when I said,

"SIT DOWN KYLE!"

He returned and sat down opposite me. 

"What options are you exploring?"

"Nothing definite yet, but I have a few irons in the fire."

"Do those irons include fucking everything you can get your cock into including your Mother and your Sister? I saw the three of you yesterday afternoon."

If it was possible to go pale under his surfers tan he did and then and tried to cover it up with a little bravado,

"Yeah Pop, weren't those bitches hot? It wasn't like it was incest; it was my step mother and step sister. "

"Don't 'Pop' me. Those bitches are MY wife and MY daughter and you fucked the two of them with no regard for my feelings at all. 

Just then Pat walked into the kitchen wearing her robe and saw the two of us at the table. She hesitated, after seeing the look on my face, and said, "Oh, I didn't know you two were in here, I'll come back a later."

"No, come in. Kyle was just leaving to go surfing." and I turned to him,

"This discussion is not over. We have a lot more to talk about."

Kyle got up and scurried away, he could not leave fast enough. Pat just stood there, afraid to move.

"Get some coffee and sit down." I said and when she sat she started to say,

"Artie, I am so sorry........," I interrupted.

"How long has Kyle been controlling the two of you?"

"Less than two months."

"How often has he fucked you?" She winced when I said that.

"Twice, only when you were away."

"And Jenny too? Is Jenny like you also?"

"Yes. Maybe it's in her genes or I didn't get her away from Leo in time. I don't know."

"Can you stop?"

"I never wanted to start, but when he calls me Patricia Ann, in that same commanding tone as Leo did, I just revert into a submissive mode. I can't help myself. I just wish it was you and not Kyle who discovered.........."

She broke off what ever she was going to say when she saw Jenny entering the kitchen. That girl had really turned into a beautiful woman, Taller than her mother by a few inches and though not as generously endowed, she was quite a picture wearing only panties and a sleeveless night shirt that barely covered her tits or her ass. She asked as she glanced from her Mother to me,

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt anything?"

"As a matter of fact you did," I thundered, my voice rising 50 decibels, "Your Mother and I were discussing the events of yesterday afternoon."

Her eyes widened in astonishment, her hand came up to cover her lips that had formed to a perfect O. Perfect for sucking a cock, I thought. I had never spoken to her in that tone of voice. She stood frozen as I continued, 

"From now on you will not enter a room in this house with knocking first. Is that clear?"

"Yes Artie." She had never called me Dad or Father.

"It's not Artie anymore, or Arthur, or Dad, or Pop. From now on you will call me Daddy. Do you understand?"

I could see the change in her body language. She went from being the exuberant coed and assumed a more submissive stance. I glanced at Pat and watched the expression of shock turn into the faintest of smiles. Jenny's eyes followed mine and saw her Mother nod slightly and she answered,

"Yes Daddy, I understand."

Her arms moved behind her back and her hands grasped her elbows. Her shoulders straightened and her back arched, the effect was inspirational on my cock and it rose to the occasion. Her cone shaped tits were jutting out in one direction and her ass in the opposite. This was a nubile body made for fucking.

I beckoned to Pat, who was grinning now, and pointed to my cock. She happily knelt between my legs, took out my cock and started sucking on it. I watched Jenny's face; I could see conflicting emotions there. She wanted to join her mother and yet she didn't. I was her stepfather and I had just become something different. She had to obey but did she want to? I solved her dilemma when I said,

"Go to your room, I'll talk to you in little while." 

With one last look, of envy I thought, she turned and left the room. I looked down at Pat who was gleefully slurping away on my cock and put my hands on both sides of her head and pulled her off of me. I said,

"We have to talk."

"But I haven't finished you. I haven't gotten you off."

"That can wait; we have to talk about you and Jenny and what I am going to about both of you."

"Arthur, please don't send us away. I love you and I am happy being married to you. I know that up until now you have loved me and I want to do all I can to keep your love and make you happy for the rest of your life."

"What if another Leo or Kyle comes along? You loved Fred until Leo claimed you."

"My love for Fred was diluted and diminished by the all of the years of swinging. It had gotten to the point where he and I rarely made love any more, he enjoyed the weekly sessions at the club much more. Kyle, when he realized what he could do to me, threatened to expose me to you. I was afraid of what you would do if you found out about me."

"And what about Jenny?"

"She is not a twelve year girl anymore. She is a woman, the same age as I was when I first married. I would have taken her away, as I did with Leo, but I love you and I didn't want to leave you. I didn't know what to do."

"If you stay here you know I could use her any way I wish."

"I know that Arthur but I also know you are a kind and decent man. It's Kyle I am afraid of; he doesn't have your wisdom or morality. I am afraid that he would use her the way Leo used me. Leo was a pig and he whored me out and abused me and it made it easy to leave him when I had to. I can accept your taking Jenny as a lover knowing that you would treat her as you have always treated me."

I told her to make some breakfast and that I was going to talk to Jenny. We would be down shortly to eat with her.

Chapter 5 When I got to Jenny's room the door was closed so I knocked and heard her say,

"Come in."

I opened the door and what I saw took my breath away. She was standing in the same pose she had assumed in the kitchen but she was wearing nothing but a smile and her shoes. She was beautiful. The arch in her back offered her tits in a most tantalizing way and the high heels she was wearing presented her ass deliciously. All my determination to remain a parent melted away. She was too damn beautiful.

Pat is shorter and more voluptuous, bigger ass and bigger tits, a more mature body but still beautiful. Jenny had perfect young breasts tipped by short fat nipples. Even as aroused as she was now, they were little more than nubs. I walked around her dragging one finger down her spine to her butt crack then between her thighs. She was leaking from her cunt, my finger and hand were soaked. I dragged my hand around her incredibly narrow waist as I walked in front of her and wiped my hand on her tits. 

"I don't regard you as my daughter anymore."

"I knoooooooow, can I still call you Daddy?" She was grinning from ear to ear.

"You had better. You're not too old for me to spank."

"Ooooooooooooo, Daddy, promises, promises."

The little bitch was flirting with me! I lifted her by her waist and dumped her on her bed, on her back. I dropped my pants, grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs so far back that her knees were almost beside her ears. She was so flexible that her hips followed her legs and her cunt and anus were exposed. With no preliminaries, no foreplay, no display of affection, I fucked her, hard and fast. She came almost as soon as I entered her and I followed before she completed her orgasm. It was almost rape except that she wanted it that way, I had claimed my property.

I pulled out of her and presented my cock to her face and told her to clean me up with her mouth. She did it without hesitation and as I pulled up my pants I told her to clean herself up and dress and come down to breakfast immediately. I left without kissing or caressing her, without making love to her, without showing any affection to her, I was letting her know that she was my property and only a fuck toy for me.

When I entered the kitchen, Pat turned from the stove where she was making French Toast, the question clearly written on her face. I smiled and nodded and she came rushing to me filling my open arms.

"Oh Artie, thank you. I love you so much. Thank you for letting us stay."

"Whoa Lady, when Jenny gets down here I am going to tell you both about the rules for you two to follow."

"Anything you want darling, anything."

"Give me some breakfast first and when Jenny gets here I'll lay down the law."

I was on my third cup of coffee when Jenny walked into the room. The coquette was gone instead she was the scantily clad coed, covered only by a tank top and short shorts. She looked from her mother to me expectantly, I said,

"Jennifer, I just showed you what your future will be if you stay in this house, your mother understands it, do you, and will you accept it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And further more, to the world you are going to be a sweet demure virginal coed. You can date and have fun but no one, I repeat, NO ONE, gets to touch your tits or ass or cunt. They belong to me, is that clear?"

She was smiling now, "Yes Daddy."

"And you," I said pointing to Pat, "Your marriage vows still apply. You have used up your one 'get out of jail free' card; there will be no third chance. If another Leo or Kyle comes along and you succumb, you are gone and so is Jenny, I will accept no excuses. Do you understand?'

"Yes Arthur, I understand, but what about Kyle, how do we avoid him?"

"Leave Kyle to me." Now both of you come over here and show me how much you appreciate what I am doing for you."

They attacked me, both of them, vying to out do the other. Pat was on my lap hugging and kissing me and Jenny was behind me her tits pressed against my neck and her hands sliding down my shoulders between Pat and me searching for my nipples. They soon had me out of my chair, stripped of my robe and naked leaning against the countertop. Jenny was on her knees sucking on my cock and I was leaning forward to collect the kisses that Pat was depositing on my lips and face as she straddled Jenny.

I soon called a halt to the kitchen sex; it was breaking my back, and took everyone in to the bedroom. There I placed Pat on the bed, on her back and I moved close in between her thighs while I was sitting on my heels. I pulled her ass up my thighs and slipped my cock into her anus. Jenny was watching and licking her lips. I told her to straddle her Mother and offer her pussy to be licked. I watched her face as Pat went to work. It was like reading an erotic novel.

"Please, please, may I cum," Jenny pleaded.

"Not yet. Put your finger in her cunt and rub her clit."

Pat was in sensory overload, she had every one of her orifices occupied and she came. She came so hard she got Jenny off and then I came too. It was the climax of climaxes and when it was over Jenny rolled off of Pat and I fell down between them. The three of us just lay there, catching our breath, recovering our senses, until I said, while looking at the ceiling,

"You both came without permission."

"I'm sorry Artie." "I'm sorry Daddy."

"Now I am going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon disciplining both of you."

They both flung themselves on top of me showering me with kisses. It had turned out to be a most interesting day. 

Chapter 6

I was in my den after dinner when I heard Jenny shouting,

"No Kyle, no I can't. Please Kyle no, NO."

It wasn't hard to tell what was going on. I walked to the door and thundered,

"Kyle, you heard her say no, now get your ass down here, I told you I wasn't finished with you."

He walked into my room attempting a swagger but not quite puling it off. He knew I was pissed, what he didn't know, was how pissed I really was.

"Sit," I pointed at a chair and continued, "You're smart and good looking and things come easy to you but you overstepped when you took advantage of my wife and daughter. You showed a total lack of respect for me so now the easy life is over and this is how it is going to be. I have arranged for you to go to go to NYU to go into their MBA program and get a Master's in accounting. You will also be working in our New York office to support yourself. Between school and work you will probably be putting in 80 hours a week. You may even find time to take a shit. When you finish the MBA you will study to get your CPA, I expect you to pass on your first try."

"What if I don't want to do all that?"

"Get out."

"Get out?"

"Get out with what you are wearing; I'll let you keep that. I worked my ass off for all these years so that I could provide you with everything you needed and you pissed on it all. Your clothes, your car, your education, even your goddamn surfboard were all paid for with the money I earned. I can't take back your education but the rest is mine and if you don't take this deal and you fail to reach the goals I set, I take it all back and you are on your own. You showed me that you didn't respect me and what is mine, and now I don't think much of you as a son. I set these goals for you so that now you are you are going to have to earn my respect and show me that you ready to take on the responsibilities of a man. Go to New York or go to hell; your choice."

He accepted my deal and the next morning before I dropped him off at the airport I asked him,

"Do you really like Jenny?"

"Yes Dad, I really do."

Then I tell what, just to sweeten our deal, when you come back home and if she will have you, I'll make the wedding for you."

What hell, I thought to myself; we might as well keep that good pussy in the family.



Father & Son



I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before.....................

(I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum nice and slowly and then did it again as he spurted into my waiting cunt.

I was on my back in a narrow single bed. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling onto my bare shoulders. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was between them and was firmly lodged inside me with his back bent so his mouth could reach my small, pink nipples and b cup breasts. My legs were wrapped round his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum very quickly as he spurted into the black, slightly ridged condom.)

..................that is being fucked by two different men in a three hour period!

*

DD my longer-term, married, forty five year old lover was about to try yet another reconciliation with his flat-chested bitch of a wife. We had been having what we called our 'possible swansong' fuck. We had been having them every six months or so for the five years of our affair. Although, we both had no doubt that we loved each other, we both knew there was nothing longer-term in our relationship than sex. I knew he would never leave his wife, who we called the bitch, for that would mean leaving his children too; it's impossible for a man to get even decent visitation rights let alone custody of children when he runs off with a twenty four year old bimbo as I appeared to be! Also, although I much prefer older men, I am very aware that there is quite a different appeal when I am in my mid-twenties and he is in his mid-forties than when I am in my mid-forties and he's in his sixties!

DD and I had never been that worried about the other going with others, after all he had to fuck the bitch from time to time and he wanted to during their reconciliations. So I had boy-friends as young women do. Some fucked me, some didn't. Generally they were around my age or a little older and as generally they were not that good in bed. Certainly nowhere near as adept as DD and the couple of other older 'boy' friends I'd had. It was hard to put my finger on why they weren't. Partly I wasn't that comfortable with them out of bed. Talking about football, the latest songs and recording artists and the like never really did it for me. In bed they lacked the patience and the slow build-up that older, more experienced men were able to adopt, I liked that style. Although there was some appeal about the way younger guys hardly seemed to go soft, could become erect almost on demand and could 'service' me many times in an evening, they tended to think more about their needs than mine, unlike older guys.

Jason is an actor. Bearing in mind that there is over ninety per cent unemployment in the business, by actor standards he is quite successful. He has had numerous walk on parts in TV soaps, has had minor speaking parts in Casualty, larger ones in the dreadful daytime series Doctors and he has been in several films and a few plays in rep. On top of that and where he makes his money, he does loads of voice overs for ads, owns a training company that produces videos and designs role-plays and he teaches voice projection at the stage school I attend. That's how I got to know him.

Jason and I had become a 'number' a month or so ago. Although I had no desire to become an actor I had to take many of the classes that the prospective actors attended. I was far more interested in script writing, producing and directing and that was where I hoped to develop my career.

"You need to take a very deep breath" Jason had said to me as I stood in the fairly small room with the six other students, four male and two female taking the personal projection module.

"Yes that's right" he said smiling his gaze focusing on my chest watching my small boobs stick out more as I sucked air in expanding my lungs and by extension my tits. I caught his eye as he said. "Hold it right there Sam, hold your breath" just as I had breathed in as much as I could, which, of course, meant my boobs were as emphasised as they could be. "Now breath out slowly and repeat the breathing in and holding it, count to thirty."

That had been the start. We flirted a bit, had a drink after classes a couple of times and then went out to dinner. He kissed me in an alleyway in Bloomsbury near to the college and round the back of the British museum. It was a warm night and I was wearing a very short denim skirt and a light sweater. My legs were bare. He pushed me back against a wall, crushed my breasts against his chest and thrust his very obvious erection into my stomach. We kissed hard and deep with both our tongues plundering the other's mouth. It was fun, exciting and highly arousing. I was very much up for it and felt an added thrill because we were out of doors and there was an element of danger.

His hand ran up and down the outside of my leg a few times then enquiringly slid just up inside the hem of my skirt. I didn't move or do anything to suggest that he should stop; why should I for I didn't want him to. He got the message and his hand quickly slid up my skirt right on to the bare skin of my bum cheek; I wasn't commando, but was wearing a thong. He squeezed, stroked and rubbed me all the time slowly moving down my cheek and inwards to between my legs. It was very arousing. I kissed him harder and slid my hand down to squeeze the outline of his erection inside his jeans. He unzipped himself.

"Get it out" he whispered shoving his other hand up my sweater and right onto my right tit. It felt lovely as did the sensations from his hand on my breast. I got his cock out and whispered.

"You sure about this? Just imagine the News of the World headlines. Soap star caught fucking his student."

"Probably make me more bankable" he laughed using a term that may well have been apt for a star, but not for a bit player like him, but I had learned they all had their dreams.

Although he wanted to, I didn't let him fuck me. Instead we brought each other off with our hands and fingers.

*

That was the start of my fling with Jason. 

At the time I was sharing a flat with two other girls in Crouch End, north London. Time by myself to 'entertain' Jason was limited so most of our sex was at his house in Muswell Hill. He'd explained that when his mum and dad split up the family home had been sold and three houses had been bought; one for dad, one for mum and one for him. 'Must have been some family home' I couldn't help thinking!'

Jason's house was also in Muswell Hill a mile or so from his father Michael's. They got on well, seeing each other quite often, playing golf together most weeks and helping each other cope with life as men on their own. Jason had a dog that Michael looked after most of the time and either of them would walk. Although he had retired from his position with BP as a Project Manager, Michael did some consultancy work in the oil industry. Most of this was in the UK, but occasionally he had to go overseas which where he had spent most of his career. That, as far as I could make out from Jason, was the reason for the break up in their marriage.

"Mum just got fed up of being alone and ran off with her toy boy" he half jokingly told me one day.

I stayed with Jason quite often. He was generally busy usually with his training company so two or three days a week I would go to his house from college. I would make dinner of some form or the other although I'm not much of a cook so take-aways featured more frequently than they probably should. A typical evening would be me getting to the house around five, Jason coming home sevenish, when we would have a quick fuck before dinner. After dinner we would go to a local pub and then back to his house to sleep with each other.

Jason seemed to be almost insatiable. He was always up for sex and recovered amazingly quickly. Many times he had me three four or even five times in an afternoon and evening. The quantity was wonderful, but the speed with which he climaxed and his somewhat uncaring attitude about fulfilling my needs, which I have found to be fairly common amongst younger guys, was a little off-putting. That said I enjoyed my sex with him, but did hanker for more languid and slow-paced lovemaking with more foreplay and attention to ensuring my satisfaction. But hey a girl can't complain when she has a guy who wants to fuck her every time he sees her can she? 

Jason was running a training course in Edinburgh and was away for a just over a week.

"Would you mind staying at the house a couple of nights Sam?" He had asked explaining that Michael would be looking after Westy the dog, but had to go away on business for a day or so.

I was happy to have the relative luxury and certainly peacefulness of his house as opposed to the madhouse of the flat I was sharing with some other girls in Crouch End. So on the Sunday I slept with Westy the Golden Retriever dog!

"It's very kind of you Sammi" Michael said on the Monday when he phoned to say he was home and I said I would walk Westy home.

I strolled across the heath and past a small group of trees where Jason and I had had sex a couple of times. I was wearing the same denim mini skirt that I had on the night he and I jerked each other off behind the British Museum, with a tightish white blouse with buttons up the front. Several of the buttons at the top and the bottom, which was outside the skirt, were undone, but those across my boobs were done up, so I was decen, but a bit revealing, something else that I had taken to recently; near flashing. I was wearing flip flops so my long, for my height tanned legs were shown off nicely. It was a warm and humid evening, not really one for dog walking and I was hot and a little bothered when I arrived at Michael's house. If I wasn't such a lady I would have been sweating, but as I am, I was glistening!

I was grateful then when he asked me in for a drink.

"Would you like a drink, drink Sammi or something cool, a lemonade or soft drink, or both?" He asked smiling.

"Oh let's go wild and have both" I laughed.

"Ok a lemonade starter followed by a white wine if I remember from Sunday. Cold and dry right?"

"Yes spot on that sounds lovely Michael thanks."

Although he must be well into his fifties Michael looked fit. He was over six feet tall and slim with a very upright posture. He had brown, neatly cut hair that was on the long side, but not of too youthful a style. He had a permanent tan that came from year round twice-a-week golf including frequent trips to the top courses in Spain and Portugal. He was very bright and seemed to know something about nearly everything, but wasn't cocky or arrogant. Unlike many men with his son's friends he didn't try to be 'young like them' and consequently came across as being quite cool and very together. I'd met him several times here and at Jason's mainly handing over Westy

"Shall we sit outside?" He asked in his deep, velvet toned voice.

"Sure that would be nice." 

We chatted quite easily mainly of course about his son Jason, but occasionally he mentioned his ex wife, the job he had with BP and how he had to shoulder some of the blame for the Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion in the Gulf of Mexico.

"Why is that?" I asked being both interested and horrified at the same time.

"Well I was one of the PMs who oversaw the assembly of the rig in Rotterdam."

"What's a PM?"

"Project Manager."

"Oh ok and they built the rig in Holland?"

"No just some of it, the rest was done in Houston and Galveston."

"So why were you blamed?"

"Everyone involved was and we all got fired."

"They can't do that without proof can they?"

"Yes if they pay you enough" he laughed. "I was and am happy with it, I got fed up with being a permanent expat and all the travelling that goes with the oil industry."

We had another drink and then I said I had to go.

"I'll give you a lift. Can't have you wandering the streets this time of night as it's getting dark can we?"

"I'm used to it Michael."

Despite that he insisted and drove me home in his nearly new Merc.

"You around tomorrow Sam?"

"Yes during the day, but I have a session at college in the evening."

I didn't tell him as I hadn't Jason that the session was not at the college, but was at a photographic studio in East London where I had been booked to pose undressing, in underwear, naked and feigning orgasms. I hadn't told a soul that my part-time, secret work was glamour photographic modelling.

"Why?"

"Well I was planning to take Westy for a walk on Hampstead Heath and then have a drink or lunch in a pub. Fancy joining me?"

"Sounds good."

"Like to come then?"

I looked up as he said that for it clearly had a double meaning. I smiled, but didn't comment although I was pretty sure he guessed what I was thinking.

"Yes sure, unless my agent calls with an assignment from Spielberg."

He laughed. "Pick you up around twelve then. Ok?

"Ok that's a date then" I said as we slowed near Jason's house.

He parked the car and turned to me with a serious look on his face.

"Is it really?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled. "What?"

"A date?" He replied looking into my eyes with a serious look on his face. Then he smiled. "Just joking. Goodnight then Sammi" he said turning to face me as I undid my seat belt and sat forward.

"Night Michael" I replied suddenly realising he was going to kiss me. It was just a peck on the cheek, but it felt nice.

*

"You wearing a bra?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew you were going to phone."

"Panties?"

"Yes."

"Which ones?"

"The burgundy French knickers you bought me in Agent Provocateur."

"They're silk aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Does that feel good against your skin."

"Yes and you know it does, don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"You like wearing my panties don't you Jason?"

"You know I do and you like seeing me in them don't you Sammi?"

"Yes I do and you like fucking me as you wear them don't you?"

The phone call with Jason was going along the lines that we had established when he was away as he had been several times since we had become a number. I had always enjoyed talking dirty when having sex and this gave me the opportunity to indulge in that. 

"Yes."

"Wish I was there now?"

"Of course I do."

"What to put your panties on?"

"Yes."

"And to then fuck you?"

"Of course."

"Do you need to be fucked?"

"Of course I do. Do you want to fuck me?"

"I always want to."

"What would you do to me?"

"Shove my big, hard cock up that wet and slimy, but wonderfully tight cunt of yours."

"Right up my cunt?"

"Yes up it as far as it will go."

"So what you wearing Jase?"

"Nothing, I am stark bollock naked."

"Mmmmm lovely are you hard."

"Like a fucking rock."

"Hard enough to fuck me?"

"Oh baby yes plenty hard enough for that."

"That's good so I won't have to sleep with Westy again tonight."

"You must be desperate sleeping with a bitch dog."

"I wondered why there was no action."

"There would have been had I been there."

"Then you had better get on and fuck me now hadn't you?

*

As I moped around the house before going to bed at just after midnight I had many thoughts. I thought about the phone sex with Jason where I had got myself off listening to him wank as he told me what he would be doing to me. I thought about my burgeoning 'career' as a glamour photographic model and cringed at the memories of the extras I had recently started providing, when asked. I wondered about DD and the titless bitch and how their reconciliation was going. I imagined them fucking in the Chewton Glen hotel where they had taken a suite for a week. But oddly, I mostly thought about Jason's dad. I wondered if he really was coming on to me, whether he meant it and if he would be up for it if I showed a green light. 'Shit what the hell am I thinking, he's my boy-friend's dad for God's sake' I told myself with a tad, but not that much guilt. I had seen the look in Jason's eyes when he had met my mum. I had also seen the look in hers for since she and dad had parted I knew she had quite a thing for younger guys. 'God what a foursome' my dirty mind dwelled on as I visualised Jason fucking my mum and his dad fucking me.

I wondered what Michael did about sex. There had been some talk between Jase and his sister about 'dad's lady friend' but nothing seemed to have transpired and Jason had mumbled something about massage parlours one evening. He was clearly far from being past it. I had seen signs over the last week or so and particularly today that suggested he would be interested in me. That was physically of course, but then most men are like that with a blonde haired, blue eyed, pretty little tart like me aren't they, particularly if they are given even the slightest hint of being available? I had no doubt about a father's loyalty to his son, but going on 'mates' who always claimed absolute loyalty, but nevertheless strayed into fucking their friends' girl-friend's quite often I imagined it might be the same with father and son!..

I wore all white the next day. Thin linen trousers that were rather see through showing that I was wearing a thong, but then that was alright and in any case most did nowadays. On top I wore a sort of singlet, a bit like that worn by an athlete but looser. It had thin spaghetti shoulder straps one of which kept falling down my arm. If I was out with my friends I wouldn't have worn a bra, but on a 'date' with my boy-friend's dad I thought that might be pushing it a bit. With the fashion now permitting the flashing of bra straps they were clearly on view. White and gold flip flops completed my dog walking outfit.

Michael picked Westy and me up and we drove the few miles to Hampstead. We must have walked for an hour and a half so I was quite pleased when we got to the Bull and Bush, I was tired and hot. Although he hadn't tried as Jason had, to pull me into a secluded place and fuck me he was clearly trying it in, but in a restrained and subtle way. We sat in the garden and had a drink, but it was too hot so Mike asked if we could get a table inside where fortunately there was an air conditioned restaurant. We were walking across the garden past a table of young blokes when one called out to me.

"Oh hi Tony, how are you?" I said to a guy I knew through a group of friends I used to go clubbing with .

"What you doing here?"

"Just been dog walking?"

"Who's your er, um friend?" He smiled looking at Mike.

"That's Jason's dad."

"Jason?"

"My boy friend."

"Didn't you know had one, I was rather hoping myself."

"Oh sod off Sue would kill you."

"Be worth it though. So what's it like having a sugar daddy."

Laughing I walked off and thinking 'I'll show them' slid my arm through Mike's and we strolled towards the restaurant with me accentuating the wobble of my bum.

"Who was that?" Michael asked as he tied Westy up just outside the restaurant.

"Just some guy?"

"A rival to Jason?"

"No" I laughed.

We had a nice lunch and then drove to his house where Westy was staying for the evening while I went to my photo session. We sat on the patio, which had a thick wooden beams with wisteria and something else growing over them affording shade from the sun and shelter to an extent from light rain.

"So what was that guy on about?" He asked for Tony had grabbed me and asked me again if Mike and I were a number.

"Oh nothing" I said as Mike poured me a coke, I had stopped drinking due to the impending modelling session.




Father & Son



"Come on."

"Oh he was asking if............. never mind."

"What?"

"Oh ok. He was asking if we were a number, if you were my sugar daddy."

Smiling Michael said quietly. "Well I'm not either am I Sammi?"

"No" I whispered looking up at him and into his eyes. He held my gaze. We simply looked at each other for a moment or two. He smiled and moved towards me going behind where I was sitting in an upright chair saying quietly.

"Do you have either Sammi?"

I gulped at the direction this was going.

"No."

"What about Jason?"

"We're not serious really."

"I didn't think so."

He stopped talking and I could feel him standing behind me, very close. I felt his fingertips rest softly on my bare shoulder.

"Would you like either?"

"Oh Michael what are you saying?" I groaned as he gently rubbed my shoulders, his fingers slipping down from my shoulders and into those little grooves by the collar bone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked" he said sounding contrite, but not removing his hands from my body.

I whimpered rather ridiculously. "That's ok?"

"Is it really Sammi?"

"Yes" I breathed enjoying the feel of his fingers that had slightly slipped down so they were resting on my chest beneath my collar bones.

"And this, is this ok"?

"What?"

"This" he said pressing his fingers against my chest just above the neckline of my top.

"Oh Michael" I groaned, both mixed up and excited.

He kissed my head and whispered. "And this?" I didn't reply.

"Well Sammi, is it?"

"Yes Michael" I whispered.

"Are you sure?" He whispered slipping his hands downwards so that his fingers slid onto the swell of my breasts the tips just inching into my bra. 

"Oh my God" I groaned as his hands cupped my boobs inside my top, but outside my bra. It felt so good; I sometimes wished that my breasts were not as sensitive as they were. They were tingling with expectancy. 

My head fell back and Michael leaned forward and kissed me. I nearly giggled when I thought 'it's an upside down kiss'. That it may have been, but it was still a fantastic kiss. My mouth was quickly open and his tongue was buried deep in it. He squirmed his lip against mine and I squirmed mine back; my top lip against his bottom. I loved it. 

He put his hands through my arms, stood me up and crushed me against him our mouths still locked together. His hands were all over my back flicking my bra strap and moving downwards as he pushed his very evident hard on into my soft, slat stomach. God he felt fucking brilliant.

"Michael" I groaned as his hand stroked the cheek of my bum through the thin, white linen.

"What Sammi?" He mumbled his mouth fill of my lips.

"We shouldn't."

"No Sammi of course we shouldn't" he replied grinding his lips against mine again, sucking my top lip into his mouth, squeezing both of my bum cheeks at the same time and pulling me more firmly against his erection. He slid the thin straps of the vest off my shoulders and cupped each of my tits in turn squeezing them and pinching my little nipples with just the right amount of pressure. I was responding to his cock and was now rubbing myself, my pubic mound and by extension my clit against his hardness. He had eased both of my boobs out of the cups of my bra and bent his head forward to suck me. That brought me to my senses.

"No Michael" I said quite sharply. He stopped.

"What Sammi?"

"We can't."

"What Jason?"

"No, er yes."

"Which is it?" He asked his fingers on one hand stroking my nipple and those on his other stroking my bum.

"Oh I don't know, but I really have to go, I told you" I said, obviously not able to explain that I couldn't let him suck my tits in case he left red marks; the photographer client wouldn't be impressed with that.

"Oh yes college."

"What?"

"You have a session at college."

"Yeah right" I stammered remembering I had lied to him about my modelling session.

He kissed me again. This was more tender, caring almost. It felt lovely and I moulded myself against him putting my arms round his neck and revelling in my bare boobs being crushed against his chest covered by the blue Polo shirt. 

"Do you really have to go Sammi?" He asked stroking my hair and cradling my face against him.

"I'm afraid so."

"Would you stay if you could?"

I looked up into his eyes and saw a combination of desire and passion.

"Yes Michael I would."

"Then come back after the session and I'll cook you dinner."

"I don't know, I'm not sure."

"Jason?"

"Well yes he is my boy-friend, well sort of and it's er, um......" I couldn't think what more to say.

"Odd to be kissing your boy-friend's dad?"

"Yes I guess it is" I replied scooping my b cup boobs back into the bra.

"Was it nice, did you like it?"

I looked into his eyes as I pulled the top back in place. "Yes Michael I did."

"Then come back for dinner?"

"Dinner?"

"Well you know. Just come back, we'll eat and see what happens. Deal?"

Smiling I held my hand out. "Deal."

*

The shoot went pretty much like most did lately.

The client was in his early forties I guessed, he was smart and clean, polite and friendly and easy to get on with. He had a good sense of humour and we laughed a lot as he set up the lights. He had some good ideas on poses and choosing from the outfits I had brought with me and the first hour went quickly. Most of that was spent with me undressing from a couple of outfits and then posing in a range of underwear outfits: bras and panties in white and black, suspender belts and stockings, waspie and a basque, half cup bra and French knickers. He was appropriately complimentary on my body and outfits and things were going very well. As was the custom we stopped for a cup of tea made by Sandra the studio owner. 

"Ok for some topless and nude stuff now Sam?"

"Sure" I replied. "How do you want me?"

He spent twenty minutes or so with me topless, then just wearing holdups and finally naked. He shot me from different angles and had me kneeling, lying, standing and bending over. I knew that he was getting sight and presumably shots of my lips and pussy, but that was ok.

"Can we do some stuff on the bed now Sam?"

As usual there was a bed in a corner of the studio. I sat on it.

"Ok Simon, what now?" I asked looking up at him where he was standing a few feet from me. I could see that he was at least semi-hard, but that wasn't anything unusual, I was used to it.

"Er, er, I would like some how do I put it?"

"I don't know" I replied smiling and not being at all helpful.

"Do you do open leg stuff" he blurted out.

"Yes, but it's extra."

"That's fine."

"Want to know how much?"

"Ok."

"Twenty five ok" I said taking pity on him as I liked him.

We agreed the deal and I got on the bed.

"Any particular poses?"

"Not really it's more the look on your face that I am after."

Smiling I said. "So not the look of my woops never mind."

He laughed. "Well that as well of course. You choose the poses for me, ok?"

"Sure no problem" I replied lying in my back. 

Looking into the camera I bent my legs and raised my knees knowing he would get some subtle pussy shots by shooting under the backs of my thighs. I held my knees and pulled them up further pressing the fronts against my boobs giving a good shot of my lips and the crease in my bum. I had learned quite a lot in my year or so posing.

"Mmmmm fantastic. Give me that I want sex look Sammi."

I pouted, half closed my eyes and slightly opened my mouth.

"Ok?"

"Yes brilliant."

I let my legs slip down and put my feet back on the bed. Closing my eyes, and placing my fingertips on my boob I slowly opened my legs.

"Oh fuck Sammi" He groaned clicking away taking shot after shot of my exposed, open and I suspected wet pussy. "That's great."

We did a load more 'beaver' shots with me on my back, front and kneeling. Simon moaned and groaned his pleasure as he used two cameras and god knows how many cassettes of 'film.'

I was on my back, my legs were wide open and Simon was kneeling between them.

"Give me a just fucked look Sam please."

I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along my top lip as I acted an orgasm.

"Oh that's great, that's fucking marvellous."

I opened my eyes as he took close ups of my pussy, tits and face. He was clearly fully erect. He saw me looking.

"Sorry" he gulped.

"That's ok."

"Do you do extras Sam?"

"What are you after?"

"Well sex obviously."

"Sorry I don't do full sex" I said realising I had effectively told him I do some.

"What then?"

"What do you want?"

"Can I touch you, massage you?"

"Ok."

"And you masturbate me maybe?"

"That will be another hundred" I said quickly not liking the blunt commercialism, but realising it was necessary.

"Fine, ok"

"Want the money now?"

"After will be fine" I told him adding with a smile. "You're a little overdressed for what you have in mind aren't you?" I told him looking up at the clock and seeing there was only twenty minutes left. I nodded at the clock. "Sandra's pretty hot on time."

Almost immediately he had his shirt off and was pushing his tight jeans down. I was surprised that he wasn't wearing underpants.

"Come and lie here" I told him.

He lay beside me and put his arm round me pressing his unusually thick cock against me. I held it and stroked it wishing almost that I did go all the way with my customers, for it felt so good.

He started to stroke and caress my body focusing initially on my tits and then my bum. His face came close to mine and he brushed my lips with his.

"Is this ok?"

When I first started offering extras I was tense. I didn't do hardly anything other than what was specified and didn't enjoy it. After a while, though, I decided that if I was going to do extras then I might as well try to get more than just the money from it, enjoyment for instance. So if I fancied the guy I went for getting pleasure as well. I put the money element to one side and let myself act as if I was with a lover.

"Yes Simon" I whispered letting him kiss me.

*

It was a little later than I had expected when I got away from the studio. Sandra wanted to chat and was trying to persuade me to do a porn video, but I was dead against it so it took ages getting away from her and it was nearly nine when I was in my MINI trying to remember the way from Hoxton to Crouch End. As I drove north along Kingsland Road I checked my mobile and there were texts from both Jason and Michael. Jase's was saying how much he looked forward to phone-fucking me tonight and Michael's was saying that the barbecue was on and the Pinot was chilling in the fridge waiting for me.

'Shit what do I do now?' I thought just thanking my lucky stars I hadn't let Simon make me cum when I jerked him off.

Risking life and limb as I drove out of London I text Jase back. I knew that on these training courses there was often evening session and sometimes a formal dinner.

'What time do you want me, I'm running late?'

I then text Michael. 'I have just left and have to go home and change so I can be there around 10, too late?'

God knows what I would do I was thinking if Jason wanted phone sex around eleven or so.

Michael came back almost immediately. 'Perfect, I can't wait.' I heard nothing from Jason.

I dumped my large holdall and carrying wardrobe in the flat. As my sexy gear and outfits increased in number they were becoming more difficult to hide from my flatmates, but I just about managed to, I think. 

I showered and changed. It was a little cooler so I wore a pair of blue denim pedal pushers. They ended just beneath my knees and were fashionably quite low cut at the waist leaving a strip of skin and my tummy button bare round my waist. On top I was wearing a black, lacy camisole sort of thing. Now that I 'knew' Michael I left my bra off and the soft material moulded itself round my boobs. Glancing in the mirror as I flicked a brush through my blonde hair I was pleased to see the jiggle of my tits, momentarily rather hopefully thinking that they were growing, and the outline of my nipples as my raised arm stretched the thin material across each orb. I thought I looked good and that made me feel good, but I also realised I was projecting a rather 'available and you can fuck me' look.

I drove the few miles from Crouch End to the rather more upmarket Muswell Hill and parked in the driveway of Michael's house.

"Is it ok there?" I asked when he came round the side of the detached house to greet me.

"Well if you stay all night it will certainly do my street cred good with the neighbours."

'Stay all night? what's he mean?' I quite stupidly asked myself before it hit me that that was what he probably assumed I had agreed to. Although it wasn't, the idea did have appeal. I had, I felt, tacitly agreed to sleep with him, have sex, make love or whatever. But stay the night, that hadn't entered my head, although I do enjoy really 'sleeping' with a guy. Momentarily panicking when I realised I didn't have a clean pair of panties I almost giggled. I covered up my nervousness by trying to make light of it.

"I was rather thinking of moving in permanently I get pissed off living with other girls."

"Well you are most welcome, but you would have to fix it with my son."

"I'd forgotten about him."

"Out of sight out of mind and all that" Michael said as he led me into the large back garden. Once on the patio he took me in his arms and kissed me. "Thanks for coming Sammi" he said seemingly unaware of the double entendre.

I was worried about Jason calling so I sent him a text.

'At home and am going to bed soon, poor signal so you will have to leave the fuck until I am at yours tomorrow. Text what time you are likely to be home'

We don't have a landline in the flat and the area does have a terrible signal so I was in the clear.

That was just as well for Michael then laid on a wonderful evening and night, which included the best fuck I had experienced in my six years or so of sexual activity.

We had a glass of Chablis as he barbecued some strips of fillet steak and baby lamb chops that we ate with a mixed salad. We drank the best part of a bottle of delicious red wine, claret I think, which was enough to relax us and reduce out inhibitions, but not make us, well me at least, feel tired.

Michael was not only the perfect host, but also the perfect lover. He directed me and events skilfully, effortlessly taking and maintaining control yet not being domineering or assumptive. There is such a narrow line between being confident and arrogant. Michael seemed to be a master at toeing that line. His relaxed confidence was so impressive, but he never did anything without making sure that I was in agreement and satisfying my immediate needs before moving on.

After the meal he came round the table, bent over beside my chair and kissed me. It was a long, tender yet passionate kiss that gradually increased in intensity until my mouth was wide open and his tongue was buried deep inside it. Naturally his hands went to my breasts, firstly outside the cami top.

"Oh yes" he grunted when he confirmed my lack of bra. "Thanks Sammi, you make an old man feel very happy."

Smiling I replied. "I didn't do it to make you feel happy."

"What then?"

I reached down and found his cock in the beige linen shorts. It was hard. I murmured.

"It was to make you feel horny."

"There wasn't any need for that, but you can feel that it's done that" he muttered slipping his hand inside the top and onto my breasts. As he caressed them he kissed me again and then, standing both of us up he pulled me to him deliciously squashing my boobs against his chest and pushing his erection into my tummy. It all felt so lovely, just right as good as perfect. His arms were round me kneading and caressing my bottom through the thick denim. I felt his hands slip inside the back of the cami onto my bare back. He ran them up and down my spine and just inside the waist of my jeans. He was arousing me so much, but that increased manifold when I felt him lifting the hem of the camisole top. Up and up it went, past the small of my back and onto my shoulder-blades. At first I thought that was probably all he was going to do or possibly bare my boobs, but no he was pulling it further onto my shoulders and up my neck.

'Fuck he's going to take it off' I realised with a shock thinking. 'He's going to bare my tits in the garden.' Although it was quite dark and the garden was secluded and not overlooked it still seemed a hugely sexy and very horny thing to do.

"Lift your arms Sammi" he whispered in a nicely authoritatively tone. I didn't have any hesitation whatsoever and quickly the cami was off and I was topless.

"Ok?" he whispered kissing me again as he squeezed my breast.

"Yes" I sighed back wondering if he was going to strip me naked and maybe fuck me in the garden; that made me shudder with excitement. But he didn't.

"Come on let's go to bed, we can't have you getting a chest cold in those lovely tits can we?"

That was so typical of older men, well the three I had been with at least. They were relaxed about sex. It was important to them for sure, but not the intense almost life or death experience of younger guys. They joked about it and used humour as part of their sexual technique; I liked that.

He put his arm round my shoulders, picked up my chemi top and directed me into the house and up the stairs. We went straight to what was obviously the master bedroom for it had a large double bed. There was one light on in a corner on small cabinet, it created a nice romantic or heavily sexual atmosphere dependent on your viewpoint. As Michael sat me on the edge of the bed topless, to me it was both!

He stood few feet away from me. "God you are beautiful Sammi, are you sure about this?" He asked considerately.

"Yes" I said very softly for as he asked that Jason came into my mind and that made me feel a bit of a shit. Then I thought to myself what he was probably up to on his training course and I felt better. "Yes Michael I am sure" I whispered.

"Good."

Looking right into my eyes he pulled the white Polo shirt over his head revealing a tanned, nicely formed chest with defined muscles and a fair covering of dark hairs tinged with patches of grey.

"Lie down Sammi" he directed his hands going to his belt. I did as he asked and lay in the middle of the bed. Then in the most erotic display of sexual confidence I had ever witnessed he slid his shorts and boxers off in one action and stood before rampantly erect and wonderfully naked. He looked fabulous and a little whimper probably escaped from my lips. Other than DD who had always impressed with his lack of inhibitions when naked I had never been with a guy who seemed as comfortable with their nudity as Michael did.

Lying beside me he kissed me and ran his hands over my chest, cupping my tits and pinching and pulling my nipples. Pressing his hard-on against my outer thigh his hand slid downwards and cupped my mound through my jeans. It felt gorgeous. I needed more of an outlet for the now quite extreme sexual ache he was building up in me. Opening my legs a little I pushed my pussy against his hand that he slid slightly further between my thighs. He ran his fingers along my denim covered lips and pressed his thumb right on my clit. I kissed him back very passionately, but even the combination that, his hand on my pussy, his erection against my hip and his tongue in my mouth did little to overcome the sexual rage roaring through me. I fiddled my hand between our bodies and my heart pounded as I grasped his penis. It felt wonderful and I started rubbing it.

"Oh yes Sam, yes" He groaned thrusting his cock in and out of my hand starting to use it as a surrogate cunt. Almost smiling I thought. 'He won't be using a surrogate one for long.'




Father & Son



He quite quickly made me cum. I clung to him, groaning, moaning and sighing as those lovely feelings built up in every part of my body.

"Oh Michael" I grunted pushing both my pussy and breasts against him wringing every last bit of pleasure from the surprisingly strong orgasm.

Holding me tight and stroking me, he kissed me gently as he whispered 'little nothings in my ear. Rocking my body as the climatic convulsions gradually subsided he seemed able to anticipate my every need. He had stroked and caressed me when I needed it, squeezed and pinched my body when more power was required, moved fast and slow as my needs requested and he had made me cum at precisely the correct moment. And now he did nothing, but hold me, stroke me and cover my face and head in little kisses.

"Was that good Sammi?"

"It was lovely Michael thank you! I sighed putting both arms round his neck and kissing him softly and tenderly.

"Would you like a drink or something. Champagne perhaps?"

"No that makes me burp, white wine would be nice though."

"Be right back" he said getting up. I couldn't help noticing with a sense of disappointment that he had half lost his erection. Returning with a bottle of Pino and two glasses he didn't seem in the least put out that he was soft, but nothing was said.

We lie side by side with him naked and me still in my cut-off jeans and thong sipping our wine. We didn't speak much. I was thinking of what was soon to come, of what I was going to do with him. Yes I was thinking about my boy-friend's dad fucking me. And then that happened quite quickly and beautifully.

Finishing our wine Michael took my glass and put it with his on the bedside table. Without speaking he leaned over me and said.

"May I ma'am?" As he took the belt on my jeans in his fingers.

"Be my guest sir" I replied sounding, I hoped, casual, but being very aware that my heart was pounding at the thought of him stripping me and being nude with him. I lifted my bottom to help him remove my jeans and lay there in the black, silky thong.

"Mmmmm lovely" he muttered almost to himself as he ran his fingertips across the front of my panties.

Everything then seemed to fall into place action by action as we kissed and kissed.

He rubbed me on my clit and lips through the silk.

He slipped his fingers inside the panties.

He stroked my wet lips.

He pushed the silk slightly inside me.

He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples.

He slid his fingers inside my pussy.

He slowly took the thong off murmuring appreciatively at my slither of a tawny coloured landing strip of pubic hairs.

He rubbed that landing strip, he caressed me on that and on my clit.

He kissed me there.

He slid his tongue between my legs and along the lips of my pussy.

He rolled alongside me his face by my hip his semi-hard cock near my shoulder.

He licked and sucked all over my cunt and 

he made me cum again and again.

We again lay there in each other's arms kissing and stroking each other. I found his cock and wrapped my fingers round it. It was by no means hard, but there was some life there.

"Don't worry Sammi" he whispered anticipating my concern.

"Are you ok?"

"I will be, don't worry about it."

'But you've made me cum and you haven't' I thought and nearly said, but bit my tongue just in time.

"Turn over" he said in a rather authoritative, but nevertheless attractive manner.

I did.

"You have the most delicious arse Sam" he murmured running his fingertips over each cheek and into the crease between them. I didn't say anything, but loved the feeling on my bum. I opened my legs a little knowing that would widen the crease; I adore my bum being played with. I felt him kiss and then lick each cheek as he ran his fingers up and down that sexy crevice. God it felt good. I wondered how far he was going to go and felt a tad of disappointment when he moved both his fingers and mouth away from my bum. Although I didn't want him to fuck me up there I was hoping he would go further with his tongue and fingers, something hardly any young guys did.

He turned me over and knelt before me. He was fully erect.

"See?" He whispered. "Ok?"

"Mmmmm it's gorgeous" I groaned reaching out for him.

I stroked his cock and cupped his large balls in my hand; it was a lovely feeling.

I leaned forward and licked the length of it and then the bulbous, purple head. He tasted salty and nice.

"There's no need Sammi" he whispered.

"That's ok."

"You wonderful girl" he groaned taking hold of his cock and pulling it away from his body so that it was nearly horizontal to the bed.

Holding his balls I kissed the end of it, licked its length again and then wrapped my lips round it. I moved my mouth back and forth and he quickly found the rhythm. He started to gently fuck my mouth. He was making low grunts and groans as I almost, but not quite deep-throated him. I did all the things one does when fellating a man and revelled in his bodily and spoken responses. I wondered how close he was for the few guys I had done this to, including DD, were ready to cum very quickly when being sucked. He didn't go rigid or tell me he was ready, although he was now fucking my mouth quite vigorously and pulling on my shoulder-length, blonde hair. Although I am not into pain, I don't mind some mild hair pulling and the odd slightly aggressive pinch or squeeze.

"I think I want to fuck you now Sammi, are you ready?" He asked in almost as matter a fact way as he had used when offering a drink.

"Yes, Mike, yes I am."

It was a long, languid, relaxed, varied in pace and different positions fuck. It went from him surging deep inside me and holding it there, to him pumping in and out quickly, then slowly. He fucked me hard and fast then gently and slow. He started with me on my back, then we were on our sides, I was on top for a while then back on my back. He pulled my legs up so my ankles were over his shoulders.

I can't remember how long we went on or how many orgasms he gave me. All I do know for sure is that it was by some margin the most awesome fuck I had ever had.

*

I had lessons early, well for me that is, at eight thirty the next morning so I had to leave Muswell Hill by six thirty, drive to Crouch End, change and then train it to Gower Street to get there in time for the ten minute or so walk to the stage school in Bloomsbury.

"I'm sorry Michael" I said when I woke at six and he pulled me to him and started caressing me.

"What's the matter?"

"Quickies are not my thing really....... especially when I have such a busy morning."

"Don't you like sex in the morning?"

"Actually I love it, but not when it's rushed."

"Were you ok with last night?" He asked nuzzling my breast as he brushed his semi-hard cock against my thigh.

"It was fantastic, and I really mean that, was it for you?"

"I thought it was amazing, remember old guys like me don't get much chance with young ladies like you."

"Not so much of the lady if you don't mind."

He laughed and stroked my bum. "You really sure you don't have time?"

"Absolutely I have to leave in ten minutes."

"Bollocks, morning sex can be so good."

"Yes and so can night sex as it was last night."

"So young lady I guess you will be ok this night as well."

"Why?"

"Jason's coming home this evening."

I actually felt disappointed as I was hoping to spend another night sleeping with Mike.

"Well afternoon sex can be awesome too, can't it?" I whispered kissing him softly right on the lips.

He got my message

"What time can you be here I'll have the kettle on."

*

I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before.....................

(I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum nice and slowly and then did it again as he spurted into my waiting cunt.

I was on my back in a narrow single bed. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling onto my bare shoulders. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was between them and was firmly lodged inside me with his back bent so his mouth could reach my small, pink nipples and b cup breasts. My legs were wrapped round his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum very quickly as he spurted into the black, slightly ridged condom.)

..................that is being fucked by two different men, a father and son in a three hour period!



Father and Son



I went to work for Mr Yakushi in the summer of 2008. It was my first time in Japan and I immediately fell in love with the country, its landscape and its food as well as its culture. The beautiful houses in the rural parts were stunning to behold which contrasted greatly with the high-rising towers of Tokyo and other large cities of Japan.

Mr Yakushi had an eighteen year old son and a domineering wife, Mahito, who I did not really like very much if truth be told. Mr Yakushi was rich, average height and was always dressed very well and was very clean as are Japanese men in general. On one of the yellow walls in his house hung a prized possession, an authentic Samurai sword and he demonstrated to me once how sharp it was by dropping a fine cloth onto it and letting it sever of its own accord through the mere force of gravity on its sharpened edge.

I had been with his family for less than a week and it was in the early hours of the morning when I heard the rustle of clothes and as my eyes began to focus I saw my employer and host standing there before my bed. It was dark and I could just about make out his form as he began to undress himself slowly. I suppressed a startled scream as the calmness with which all this took place as I lay on my bed lent a sense of surreality to the scene.

I opened my eyes wider now as I continued to watch the spectacle unfold before me in my room. I saw his smooth bare chest as he let his long robe fall to the ground as delicately and effortlessly as had the fine cloth upon the sword . I noticed that my heart had begun to race and it seemed to lodge in my throat as the last garment slipped from his body onto the wooden polished floor. He was naked now and the truth was that I was still a virgin. I felt vulnerable in this far away land, brought here like flotsam on a wave of adventure, a young girl of nineteen, come to tutor in English for a few months. A white girl, a strange culture, in an alien foreign land.

As he shuffled about in the dark I saw his naked body catch the light of the moon as it reflected on his smooth skin. I saw for the first time the buttocks of a man, firm, delicate and smooth as I could tell and as he turned another way I saw his testicles and soft cock hanging in silhouette. Suddenly he left the room to return after a few seconds with the Samurai sword in his hand. In the middle of the night he seemed to be dancing with his sword. It was like a ritual of some kind and the elegance of his movement was oddly hypnotic.

The danger of his sword, its sharpness and very threat contrasted with the gentle flourishes of his movement, from the graceful bending of a knee here to the swirling overhead of his Samurai sword. He was naked in my room, in the middle of the night, a man I barely knew, this married man with a grown up son who I had come to instruct. But there was something strange and fascinating about all of this and I felt the tension sublimate from alarm into something more benign. It was like a mating dance.

Mr Yakushi brought his movements to an end and paused motionless as if contemplating for a while before rousing to life again . The flow of time had an unreal feel but I knew I was not dreaming and yet it was dreamlike and all standard and formal rules seemed to have been suspended. The movements had hypnotized me, and subdued my fear and so I had not screamed as I perhaps should.

He approached me now and with one hand clutching his sword he pulled the sheet from my body with the other. He traced along my body, until that moment untouched by another man, running his hand along my right leg, brushing my vagina and on past my stomach and stopping at my breasts which he gently squeezed becoming however a grip more impassioned and insistent. I heard him make the first audible sounds since the moment he had entered my room. He gasped at the soft probing touches on my young smooth white skin. His arousal was evinced by his standing member which I now could see.

"I am going to fuck you" he whispered and I protested softly. He repeated that he was going to fuck me and seed my belly and with this he grabbed my left hand forcefully and brought it down onto his hard cock. It was the first time I had felt a man's penis and it was very hard and rigid and I knew that it would be inside my body shortly and my heart thumped with dark apprehension. Still holding his sword and with my hand frozen to his penis he ripped at my delicate nightgown and tore it away from my body, leaving me almost naked. My breasts were bare now to him and he stared down at me as our eyes began to focus and meet in the dark. I could see the confidence in his eyes before my naked vulnerability as my grip weakened on his still throbbing penis, a potent penis that had already sired . My Yakushi pulled at my panties and tore the string and ripped them free leaving me naked. I raised my knees to try and hide my shame.

"Suck my cock!" he said with disdain as he stood there naked with his sharp sword in his hand. Reluctantly I slipped off the bed and went over to him. I knelt before him and took his penis in my hand and briefly hesitating I parted my dry lips and opened my mouth as I accepted his member into my mouth. It was hard in my mouth and I could taste his precum with its salty flavor. He called me a white geisha and I knew what that meant. To him I was now his whore. As his wife and son slept soundly elsewhere in the house he used my mouth for his pleasure. I held onto his waist, then his buttocks to gain balance as I pleasured him with my mouth. He groaned and sighed and at times tugged my hair hard like a rider does a horse to make it do his will. When he did this I sucked harder and greedily and as he moaned louder I knew that this was what he wanted of me.

He had his respectable wife who had raised him a child. But with me I was his outlet for sordid lust. I suspected that his wife was not treated this way, that he never fucked her face like this as he pulled her hair . I suspected too that he took pleasure in using a white girl this way.

Sometimes he would let go my hair and instead softly massage my breasts and at other times he would grip them fiercely and squeeze my nipples which made me moan as I devoured his cock. This was a brand of ownership. In the morning I would see the redness of his hand marks upon my white flesh where he had pinched and grabbed me. He slapped my tits with his free hand and waved his Samurai overhead almost victoriously as I sucked for my life . He had quickly made of me an expert cocksucker.

All of a sudden he let fall his sword which chimed almost as it hit the floor. Mr Yakushi gripped my head now strongly with both hands he rode my mouth with all the force and fury he could muster. My hands still gripped his buttocks desperately as he stabbed in and out of my mouth with his rigid Asian cock. I could taste his juices, his maleness strongly now in my mouth as precum flooded my mouth.

"Swallow!" he roared and bucked back and forth into my mouth. I heard him cry out as if in pain and instantly I felt his hard rod twitch convulsively in my mouth as warm sticky semen gushed in spurts from his cock. He held my head tightly so that I could not draw away, as my mouth filled with his Asian seed. Some hit the back of my throat immediately and my mind raced in panic and shame as I helplessly tasted him, the richness of his semen slipping down my throat. Reluctantly I swallowed the rest.

I continued to kneel there before him in the dark, his cock still in my mouth, the taste of his semen still fresh and palpable , my clothes torn in shreds about me, his sword glistening in the reflected moonlight. Gradually his cock grew soft in my mouth and he relaxed his vice-like grip on my head at last.

"Lick me clean!" he demanded without any further threat in his voice. I did as he asked and used my tongue to lick up any residue left. With that he told me to get some sleep and not to worry about the

torn clothes. He would replace them. Then he picked up his sword and returned to his wife. I imagined him getting back into bed beside her and drifting off to sleep with his swollen sated penis nestled against his wife's body having taken his pleasure already with me, his clothes still scattered on the floor beside my bed and I fell asleep this way with the taste of him still in my mouth as my stomach digested the proteins he had fed my body.

It was almost dawn and I woke abruptly to the singing of birds and I felt like I couldn't breathe. My body burst to life suddenly as sensations sparked and thoughts gathered. I was being raped in my cunt. It was light now so I could clearly see his face, his skin and the grimace and effort on his face as he plunged himself into my virgin cunt. He had stuffed my torn knickers in my mouth to silence me as he busted his balls on my ass.

"I am going to come inside you do you like that?" he asked with contempt in his eyes. He twisted his body to find every possible angle of penetration and as my head fell to the side I caught a glimpse of him fucking me in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. I lay there lifeless with my panties stuffed in my mouth as he tore into my cunt, raising his buttocks high in the air to launch himself into me over and over.

"You're raping me" I muttered but this merely spurred him on as he nailed me to the bed. My body betrayed me then as his thrusts brought waves of pleasure to me until this time not experienced with a man.

"Oh my god!" I let out a soft muffled scream as I came over his cock inside me. With this he became rigid and let out a wild rasping gasp as he shuddered and spasmed. I felt his warm come gush and plunge into my used-up vagina impregnating my cunt with his seed. A wave of ecstasy struck me as hormones flooded my brain. Our panting subsided and we lay there together locked in limp embrace as the last embers of his passion subsided, his semen still seeping into me inexorably towards my womb.

He got up and pulled himself off me after a few minutes as the birds carried on with their age-old song. He patted my belly and said I would have his baby. Lying there still panting, my legs splayed open out on the bed, his spunk dribbling from my battered pussy I was in no position to argue with him.

My rapist became my tutor and lover. I submitted to him willingly now, offering no resistance to him. Whatever he wanted I gave without complaint and willingly. My cunt had been woken from its sleep. I longed to hear him sneak in at night and he bought me new clothes just so that he could tear them off my white skin. The sex was wild and rough and he used me like the whore I had become. Sometimes I submitted willingly but even then he was never gentle. Other times he re-enact the initial rape. This was how it had been the first time he had sodomized me. He fucked me on my knees this way, gripping my shoulders as he ripped into my bowels with his cock busting to shoot.

"Rape me in the ass you Asian bastard!" I would whisper and he would oblige, stuffing his fat cock into me mercilessly for as long as he could last before coming. The growing bump in my stomach told me he had got me pregnant. Throughout my pregnancy he still fucked me. I was his pregnant white slut.

Now I began to worship this man and his cock. He took me to parks and we would find a quiet place and I would suck him on the grass until he came, devouring greedily his semen. We went places where men and women would meet for sex and often we were watched as I sucked him off and swallowed him or as he raped my cunt and ass as I screamed to be raped. As he fucked me other Asians would stand around watching, masturbating and he would let some of them use me too.

I remember being on my knees surrounded by several cocks, sucking them in turn, guzzling load after load of semen down my sluttish white mouth into my belly where my baby grew. He showed me no concern. I was just to him the filthy white slut I had obviously become as he let others fuck my ass mouth and cunt. I loved it though as I screamed at them as if possessed to rape me and seed me once again.

At home I was taking his son also. I had crept into his room at night and taking a leaf out of his father's book I took with me his father's sword. I woke him startled as I stood there naked in his room. Like me he was a virgin but like me also he would be forced to be free. I climbed over him and pushed my cunt in his face as I devoured ravenously his virgin cock. It was clean and firm as it grew in my mouth and he groaned with unexpected pleasure and he caught on quickly as he buried his tongue first into my cunt and then my ass. I squirmed as he twisted his tongue like a snake inside me. He was different to his father, more obedient and less aggressive and I exploited this to gain some psychological control over him.

I made of him a good lover and he made love to me unlike his father with passion as well as lust. In the day I would ride him on his father's bed as we reached orgasm together his seed flooding my cunt and every orifice. I fucked his ass with my finger as I blew him to orgasm in my mouth, tasting his sweet semen fill my mouth. At night his father would visit me and fuck me as brutally as ever but I laughed inside to know I was doing his son. In fact I was literally fucking his son. I bought a strap-on and fucked him with it and it was great to hear him moan as I sodomized his smooth perfect ass.

"Rape me!" I would make him say as I plunged into him over and over stretching his ass wide. This was my revenge, my dignity being put right. I gave birth to a son that year and I stayed in the house. I was already planning a second child with his son and that came along the following year. I had grown close to the son, Akito , and eventually we left together and set up home.

Today I live happily with Akito in the country in an old-fashioned house in traditional style. We have two kids of our own plus his father's. I reflected that if his father hadn't done what he did I wouldn't have Met Akito or have had so nearly as much fun.

Akito is very submissive and sometimes I live out the cuckold fantasy and have him watch as men come to our house and fuck me in front of him. Indeed sometimes I persuade them to fuck Akito too. The first time he begged for me to stop him from being raped. But as his ass was used to the size of a cock he felt no pain and soon enjoyed the experience. I ponder if only his father knew.



Father & Son



Saturday morning:

"How's it going son?"

"Got a miss. Think I've found a cracked plug wire."

"Well before you go out and buy one I think your Grandpa may have a set hanging in his old shed. Take a look on the back wall."

"I'm sorry I never got a chance to thank Grandpa for this old car. I sure never thought he would leave it to me. I thought, maybe Tony. He's older, you know like the first grandson thing."

"Your Grandpa used to say "Cars are like women. Treat m' right and they'll be there when you need m'."

"Dad."

"You need some help Bill?" 

"Not with the car. But I know you know a lot more about women that I do. It's Gina. I think she's pissed off at me."

Dad held up a hand and looked toward the house. Check to see what Mom wanted as she stepped out on the back porch.

Mom said "I've just made a fresh pot of coffee would you boys like a cup?"

Dad said "Sure Dear, we'll be right in."

Mom called back "No need I'll bring it out to you. I don't want you two tracking dirt in my kitchen."

I leaned back on a fender of this classic 1955 Ford Pick up truck. Dad sat in a lawn chair and we both watched Mom retreat into the house. Dad said "I love your Mom but she can show up when you don't need her to be listening to a man to man conversation. Now what were you about to say about Gina?"

"Oh, hell I think I fucked up." I paused and looked at Dad. He was waiting for more information so I said "We were in the park last night, you know necking and just fooling around. I had a hand on her tit when I told her she had pretty little tits. Well I guess that was some how wrong as hell. She got PO-ed and asked if I wished she had big tits like Lora."

Dad asked "You talking about your cousin Lora?"

I looked at him and said "Yea, Gina got this crazy idea I want to fuck my own cousin. Gina is getting really clingy here lately. I don't like a jealous girl. I want to be able to say what ever I want without her getting all huffy."

Dad looked up at me over the rim and sipped his coffee. 

I said "What?"

Dad was grinning from ear to ear. He said "Christ son, you popped her cherry and now she thinks you're her property. That will do it every time. Didn't I teach you anything? Your eighteen now and old enough to get married with out my permission and she knows that. You better look out or she gets knocked up and there you'll be." 

I guess I looked stupid any way he knew I had popped Gina so I did not deny it. I said "Was Mom like that? Do all women get that way after you start fucking them?"

Dad smiled and said "It was different with your Mom and me. She was not cherry when we met. So she was happy to see I was serious and wanted to marry her."

I said "So it's because Gina was a virgin and all that cherry shit?"

Dad said "Son they never get over the first one no matter how many guys they fuck later." 

I said "Oh, shit. I don't want to get married. I want to go to college next year. What the hell can I do to get her off my back? I mean she's nice and I like her and all but I'm not ready for marriage.

Dad said "I know it will hurt but I think you need to tell her you want to fuck someone else. Or at least tell her you want to date someone else. 


That might take the edge off and she might think she had better get off your case. I dated your Aunt Karen before I met your mother."

I said "Uncle Russo's Karen?"

Dad smiled and nodded. He said "Any way I ganged Karen and she gave up her cherry. After that she was like a watchdog. Of course she is no dog as you well know. I really liked fucking her and son let me tell you no other girl I've ever met can suck a cock like your Aunt Karen. Not even your mother. But to get back to this jealousy thing. I had to start sleeping around to show her she was not all that important to me and that made her get off my ass."

I said "God I have looked at Aunt Karen for years and got a hard on every time. She is one sexy lady. Uncle Russo's a lucky guy. Did he know you were ganging her first?" 

Dad said "Oh, hell yes. After I got her cherry we started banging her together. She loved that doubling up shit and we did too. I tried to get your mother into swinging with them later on but she was not into fucking relatives."

I looked at Dad and he looked back. He hunched his shoulders and said "Yes, yes we, your mother and I were into that wife swapping shit for a few years and well we liked it. Like I said your Mom was not a virgin when we met and so fucking a few more guys was no big deal." Dad seemed to slip off into a dream land as he smiled from ear to ear. 


He sat up straight tossing the last of his coffee in the grass. He said "All this talk has got me horny as a toad. I'm going in and fuck your mother." He stood and had one foot on the porch when he turned back and said "Why don't you give us about fifteen minutes and then come up and just pop in. It might be fun to see your mother's reaction. But act surprised or she'll kill us both."

Dad knew I had secretly watched them fucking before but Mom never knew. I wondered what made today any different. Dad had been gone about ten minutes when I got an idea. If I walked in on Mom and Dad by accident why couldn't Dad walk in on Gina and me by accident? Maybe we could even get Gina to fuck Dad. That might be just what I needed to get her off my back. 

I pushed on the bedroom door. Dad had let it unlatched. Mom was sitting across Dad. Her back was to the door. Mom has a really beautiful ass and a great pair of knockers. I pulled my cock out and started jerking off. I got fully erect in seconds. I slowly walked up and stood just out of sight of Mom's eyes. It did not make much difference as she had her eyes closed anyway. I watched Moms' tits bounce and swing from side to side. Dad saw me. He smiled.

Dad said "Elaine baby. I want you do finish me off with your mouth. I want to watch you suck me off. OK?"

Mom opened her eyes smiled and said "Sure dear."

Mom slipped back pulling free of Dad's cock. I could see it was all covered with creamy white foam. Mom did not look around she just lowered her mouth down over Dad's cock. I was so fucking hot I moved up and stood there next to the bed cock in hand. 

Mom jerked back turned her head saw me and what I was doing. She looked back at Dad and said "You son of a bitch. What the fuck is this. You want me to fuck my own son? You cock sucker are you fucking crazy?"

Dad said "He's seen us fucking before and he loves to watch you suck me off. Why not enjoy Bill too. You love him. Just pretend he's one of the guys you've fucked before. Elaine; go ahead let him fuck you while you suck me off. Okay?"

Mom looked up at me then at my cock. Mom blinked, dropped her head to her chest and shivered. Everything was frozen for a few seconds as if time had stood still. Then Mom leaned down to return sucking Dad's cock and at the same time she lifted her ass up a little spreading her knees too. I dropped my jeans and climbed up on the bed. I looked at my Mother's ass. I aimed my cock at her very wet very sexy cunt and pushed into the hilt. 

Some how that set my Dad off. He moaned, jerked and squealed "Oh, fuck suck it baby, suck it I'm cumming."

Mom lowered her head so far down Dad's cock had to be going down her throat. 


Dad arched his back lifting his ass off the bed. I grabbed Mom by the hips and rammed in deeper. Mom tightened her grip on my cock and I busted a nut. I was fucking and cumming in my Mothers tight slippery cunt. I went crazy. I was banging away like a jack hammer cumming and fucking faster than I had ever done before. Mom was a great fuck and at that moment I knew why Dad had married her and stayed married all these years.

I was the first to leave the bedroom. I closed the door behind me. I washed up and returned to my repair job. It was over an hour before Dad came out. 

Looking up I said "Did you have a lot of explaining to do?"

Dad sat in the lawn chair "Not near as much as I thought I would. Your Mother has taken it well. She is not up set. In fact I've ask her to come out and bring us a drink. We do need to talk. Don't you think?"

I agreed. Mom came out with a tray with three drinks on it. Dad likes a highball, Mom likes Gin and she had a beer for me. 

We all sat around smiling, no one wanting to go first. Finely Mom said "I should cut your Fathers' tongue out for telling you most of his and our life's story. But I won't because he does pretty good with it. That long tongue it's almost as long as his dick."

I had to laugh. Mom said "If you young man had used your's more often we'd most likely not be out here having this conversation. Gina' not pregnant is she?"

I said "Hell no. I fucked her sure but I used a condom."

Mom said "So now she's being a jealous bitch is that right?"

Dad started to speak took one look at Mom and shut his mouth. Mom asked "I understand you don't even want to consider marriage at your age. I agree. And I agree with this asshole." A thumb pointing at Dad. "You need to do something to more or less put Gina in second place that should take the edge of her jealousy."

I was stunned at the openness of the woman I have called Mother all my life. This was a side I've never seen or heard. Mom was hard, hard as nails and I could see it in her eyes and in the tone of her voice. 

I was seeing my mother in a different light as I had just an hour ago. I was seeing her and feeling her both as a caring mother taking care of her cub and a sexy bitch I wanted to fuck again. I felt my cock punch at the zipper of my jeans. Mom I think noticed it too. 

Dad was grabbing his balls. I think something in Mom's voice had once again wakened Dad. He knew Mom petty good and what ever he was hearing was getting him all horny. Something in her voice, something in the conversation or maybe it was me. 


Maybe I was the catalyst that binds and since we've already had a threesome maybe Dad wanted another shot at it. I was listening but my mind was else were.

I said "Mom you're so beautiful I just had to have some of you. I'm not sorry. Hell; I'm getting all horny all over again. Can we go inside and do that threesome thing again?"

Dad smiled, Mom looked at Dad and then back at me. Mom smiled and held out her hand to me. 

She said "This time we'll all enjoy one another relaxed and up front about everything." 

She looked at Dad and said "Come on ass-hole you too." She said that with love in her voice. My Dad is a smooth son of a bitch. Mom was doing all the talking but he was pulling her strings.

An hour later I was in my bathroom very gingerly washing a sore dick. The poor thing had been bit, squeezed, pulled and jerked. 

When I left Mom and Dad, Dad was nearly asleep while Mom was smiling as she cupped a hand over her pussy and ass hole. 

Dad and I had each gotten a blow job while the other watched, we each had fucked Mom and then I had my first sandwich ever. That was so great. Mom loved it and she had climaxed so many times I lost count. I don't think she cared.

My Mother was a fucking nymphomaniac. I wondered how I could have missed that all these years. 

During this free for all we had agreed we would some how get Dad to catch Gina and me in the sack. Then have Mom catch Dad and Gina fucking. Mom would make Gina agree to not to see me any more and in return Mom would not tell her mother she was fucking my Dad and me.

After a long hot shower I rested. It was late afternoon when I woke. I slipped on jean shorts and a T-shirt and went down stairs.

Mom was in the kitchen making something for dinner. I found a beer, sat at the table and watched her move around the kitchen as if nothing had happened today.

I said "Mom does this change any thing? I mean we're family and this kind of thing is called incest and considered wrong. What do we do?"

Mom said "Not tell any one would by my suggestion."

I laughed, so casual I said "Gee why didn't I think of that."

"Bill, my darling son that is what Mother's are for."

We laughed. I said "I was thinking of moving over to Grandpa's house. I know it too big for just one but I think it's time I was out on my own. I got the money now, and I may as well start living my own life. What do you think?"

"Well; Grandpa did leave you the house, car and a find trust account. Its up to you. I think you'll do what ever you feel is best for you."

I asked "Have you and Dad talked about what we did today?"

"We did. We agreed we both love you and as for me I enjoyed loving you and you loving me. I don't see any thing wrong with that. Your Father is part of it and we've never been jealous so we're good if you are?"

I smiled and said "I'm good. I just get so fucking horny when ever we're close. All I can think of is fucking you. I guess young guys are just this way? Right?"

Mom said "The ones I've known are pretty much the same way. Fuck, fuck and fuck some more with a blow job in between. You're a lot like your Father was thirty years ago." 

I liked that. I took it as a compliment. 

"Where's Dad?"

"He went over to see a friend and maybe stop by the driving range for a while. He'll be home late. We can eat with out him."

"Mom your so different today. Is it because, well because?"

"You're a man, Bill and we are now more than Mother and son. What can I tell you! We can not go back."

"No I guess we can't. But Mom for me its more than just that we had sex. I see you as a marvelous sexy woman and I see you as someone I can love physically and still have the greatest respect for. I love you more now than ever before."

Mom smiled and said "It's the same for me Bill. If your dick was not so sore I grab your ass and pull you back up stairs."

We laughed I said "Yea, I guess we're getting too serious. But you know how I feel."

Mom said "Why don't we go to a movie? I'll leave Dad a note and we can eat out."

I said "Great Idea. There a good one down town. I'll check the paper for the time."

We entered the family restaurant just across the street from the movie and took a seat by the window. 

We were almost finished eating when I saw a buddy of mine. He was walking toward the restaurant he waved at us through the window. 

Mom said "Who's that?"

I said "A buddy, we worked together last year for that construction company. I don't think you ever met him. He's nice. A little older than me but we became friends."

Mom said "Bill, don't introduce me as your mother. Just say I'm a friend. Let him think what ever he wants to think. Let's have some fun?" Mom winked as Tom came up. 

I said "Hi Tom. How have you been? Oh, excuse me this is a dear friend Elaine."

Tom held out his hand to Mom and she took it. Tom held her hand a moment longer than he needed to. I saw something pass between them. I thought "Holly shit Mom a fucking flirt."

Mom said "We've some time yet. We're going to the movie. Would you like to join us while we have dessert Tom?"

Tom smiled and pulled out a chair. He said "I don't want to bust your bubble but you can save your money that movie is a bomb. It not at all as advertised. But its your dime. But I walked out half way through."

Mom acted disappointed then said "Is there one you would recommend?"

Tom said "I have an apartment near by. I've got a rather large collection of all kinds of movies. Maybe there is one you might like. I can either loan it to you to take home or you can watch it at my place."

I said just out of curiously. "I bet your collection is all pornography knowing you." I laughed and so did Tom and Mom.

Tom said "I'll not deny there maybe a few in my collection but we all need something to add some spice to our dull lives."

Mom said "Tom; a young handsome man like you. I'm sure you have all the spice you can handle."

Tom looked Mom right in the eye and said "Elaine there is spice and there is spice. Some time spice is well served in a slower more mature mug. Kind of like spiced Rum is better if aged well."

Mom looked at me and said "Bill; what do you want to do? It was your idea to come to this movie. I'll go along with what ever you decide."

I said "Elaine, I brought you out tonight to have a little fun. Maybe a visit to Tom's apartment might be just the ticket for having some fun."

When I saw the tall condo I said "You're doing very well I take it Tom."

Tom said "I do alright. I've opened my own business across town."

Mom said "Oh, and what is it you do Tom?"

"Elaine, I've gotten in to home repair and bathroom makeovers. 


Its surprising how many of the older home need up dating and most people start with the bathroom. I've got a great crew and yes I do alright."

Tom fixed drinks for us and we took a seat on a sofa in front of a cold fire place. But it had been used and I thought "Great Place to fuck."

Tom sat across from us in a large lounge chair. I stood and asked where the bathroom was. Tom pointed down the hall. I turned around the corner and looked back. Tom was already over to fill the void I left.

Tom said "Elaine what are you doing with this kid?"

She said "You think I should be with some one older? Maybe with some one like you?"

Tom moved up real close to Mom and said "Elaine you're so hot. Why not send Bill home so you and I can have a good time."

Mom did not pull back when Tom kissed her. I watched as Tom took her hand and pulled it on to his lap. 

Mom squeezed his cock and jerk on it a few times. Mom said "Nice very nice. But it will have to wait. When Bill gets back I think we better go home."

Tom sat back and only smiled. 

I returned a few minutes later and Mom said "Bill I think I want to go home. Would you mind if we call it an early night?"

I said "No, not at all."

Once out side I asked what that was all about and Mom just laughed and said "I think your friend is very nice but I'm happy with my two guys. I don't need a third."

I said "I thought you like doubles?"

"Yes I do. But its so much more enjoyable with you and Dad. I could enjoy Tom as a one on one some afternoon. But I don't want him knowing we're family."

I kind of understood. 

We went home and found Dad sleeping. I think he and his buddy must have had a few too many.

Mom and I slipped into my bed naked. My dick was still sore so she came up behind me pushed her tits into my back reached around took my cock in her hand as we fell asleep.

Monday morning; 

Dad was off to work and I was sitting on the back porch with my second cup of coffee. Mom came out to take a chair. She said "I love this screened porch. I think it one of your Dad's better ideas." Looking at me she asked "What are you going to do today?"

I said "I thought I would go over to the house and see what it would take to get it livable. Maybe check in the shed for a set of plug wires for the car. Dad said Grandpa kept a lot of extra car parts there. What are you going to do?"

She told me the house needed cleaned up and there was laundry to do. So I got dressed and stood at the back door. Hugging Mom. I cupped a tit and ass as I kissed her. I said as I tuned to leave. My dick is fine. I think you're going to get fucked later. How does that sound?"

Mom laughed and said "With or with out Daddy."

I did not answer but I thought maybe alone.

The car made it to my new house without miss hap. I parked in the rear and went to get the key from the garage. That's where Grandpa kept the extra house key. 

Turning around I came face to face with a plump blonde older lady. She smiled and I returned her grin. 

"Hi, I'm Wilda Lark I live across the alley. I was a friend of your Grandfathers. He went so quickly I've not gotten over it yet."

She held out her hand and I took it. "I'm Bill. Grandpa left me the house. I was just going to take a look around. Have you been in the house? Would like to come in?"




Father & Son



Wilda said "Yes, I've liked this house from the first time I saw it. Your Grandpa and I were very good friends even if I've only lived here a short while. 

The other Grandson came by and got the other pick up truck a few days ago. I don't think he went into the house."

I said "Tony. I got the old Mustang and Tony got the pick up truck."

She smiled and looked at me "But you got the house. Grandpa must have liked you."

I said "Yes he did."

Mrs. Lark was very attractive for a lady in her late fifties of maybe even sixties. Pretty face, large round giggling breasts, not real broad in the ass with nice legs what I could see of them. I got the feeling that maybe Grandpa had seen more of Mrs. Lark, a lot more. It was something in her eyes that said "Your Grandpa fucked me."

I shook off the sexual sensation this old broad was giving off and walked toward the house with her close behind. 

I asked "So you've been in the house before?"

"Yes why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if you had any idea what if anything it would need to have repaired before I move in."

She said "Your Grandpa said once that the upstairs plumping needed some updating. 

If you're going to live and eat here you might want to renovate the kitchen. The appliances are very old and I'm not sure the refrigerator works. Andy showed me through the bedroom once and said that the roof might need to be redone soon."

I said "I bet he showed you more than the bedroom. I knew Grandpa pretty well and I'll just bet he got your plump cute ass in his bed."

She stopped, blinked and looked at me as if she were going to get mad and then started to laugh. I laughed too. 

I stepped up close and pulled this old broad into my arms. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Wilda was one hell of a kisser. I cupped one of her big old tits and 

Said "Grandpa had a good eye for sexy, beautiful and fuckable women."

Wilda laughed and said "God you're a lot like Andy."

I said "Why don't we go up to the bedroom so you can show me that leaky ceiling."

In no time I had big old Wilda on her hands and knees on the bed watching her tits bounce and swing back and forth as I fucked her doggie. 


She cried out she was cumming and I banded faster and harder. She moaned, groaned and jerked her big old ass back into me.

I said "I want to fuck you in the ass."

She cried out "Yes, yes quickly fuck my ass."

I whipped my wet cum covered cock out of her dripping pussy and pushed it easily into her plump ass hole. This old gal had been ass fucked may times before and she knew how to relax her ass hole to take a cock. I fucked her happily a few minutes then pumped her ass full of cum. 

I washed my cock off at the sink as Wilda wiped her ass and pussy while sitting on the toilet. I turned back around and pointed my not so limp cock at her. 

Wilda smiled and willingly opened her generous mouth and sucked my cock well back into her slippery mouth. Wilda had sucked more than a few cocks I could tell. She suck, milked my cock as I cum swallowing every drop and wishing I had more for her.

I stood at the kitchen door waving at the plump little neighbor and thought I'll fuck you again dear Wilda. If I ever had a Grandma I'd want one just like her.

Over the next four weeks Gina never called, never came by and seemed to be avoiding me. I did not ask and I did not try to find out why. I did not know what had happened but what ever it was it was okay with me.

Dad seemed to be working a lot and I only saw Mom at bed time. I tried to get her and Dad to have another threesome but it just did not work out. Mom did come to my bed a few times for a quickie or to give me a blow job or to just sleep curled up behind me reaching around to hold my cock. I did not push it.

The lady I hired to decorate the house and the contractor to do the renovations were nice people and the job was done in just a few months. 

I held a new set of keys and looked at my new home. Not that the house was new but it was new to me. I hoped Grandpa would approve of the renovations and other changes I had made. 

I wanted this to be a special day. I called Mom and invited her over. Then I called dear Mrs. Lark from across the alley. I had been flirting with a cute red head down at the garden center. Sweet Regina had given me her phone number so I called. She was free and would like to see my newly renovated home. Dad said he would make it if he could but he was really busy at work. I did not want to be alone with three women so I called Tom. He said he would be here.

I called a catering service and as luck would have it the lady was not booked for today. 

I told her the ranges in ages of my guests as if that had something to do with what she would serve and let the menu up to her. 

The only work I had done up stairs was the plumping in the two bathrooms and some painting. I had allowed the decorator to also pick up some sheets, pillow cases and towels and other stuff for the bathroom. 

I propped open the front door and the back door off the kitchen. I wanted a cross draft to kind of clean out the house and the smell of paint. There is also a side door that opens off the landing that goes down to the basement. I did not open it. 

I stepped into my new shower. It was wonderful. I got out and seen I had forgotten to get out some of those new towels. I walked naked down the hall to a small closet where they had taken up residence. I grabbed a bunch of stuff and noticed the closet was not all that deep. 

The closet was built into the wall between the master bedroom and one of the guest rooms. There were two guest rooms up here on the second floor. I had not noticed a recess in the wall in either the master bedroom or the guest room. So I thought there had to be a lot of dead space between the two rooms from the back of the closet and the outside wall. That must be some fifteen feet or more. A space of fifteen feet by five or six wide was a considerable size. I thought I needed to open it up and use that space. I put that little project on my to-do list and went to my bedroom to get dressed. 

I thought about Mom and Dad, Tom, Mrs. Lark and Regina. This could be a nice party, or it could turn out to be one hell of a house warming. 


I mean this bunch could really get hot. I wanted to get some of Regina and had left little doubt about why I had invited her. She was a little older than me but what the hell every one was older than me. 

I loved fucking Mrs. Lark, she was hot to trot, willing to do any thing sexual and loved it all and she was sixty. I think this could turn out to be one hell of a party. I do hope Dad can make it. I think he and Mom would be a driving force to open up and loosen up the others.

Next "The party of all parties."

Keaster



Father and Son Bonding



It didn’t happen because he was a horny teenager. He was a horny teenager but he had just returned from an hour-long fuck session with his girlfriend when it happened. So it wasn’t only because he was a horny teenager. 

Jake came in around one a.m. but he didn’t have to sneak. His parents didn’t mind what time he came in. Plus, his mom was still at work anyway. She spent more time there than anywhere else. His dad was home but figured at eighteen, his son could come and go as he pleased. 

So Jake walked in quietly, but he didn’t try to hide. At least not until he saw what waited in the living room. The TV was on but that was it. The weak light from that showed Jake’s father, Steve, lying on the couch. What Jake saw shocked him at first. What shocked him next were the feelings that overwhelmed him.

Steve lay on his back in boxer shorts. Those boxer shorts were covering only his knees. The only thing covering Steve’s rock hard cock was his quickly moving hand as he masturbated. His eyes were closed and small moans came from deep in his chest.

Jake wanted to head to his room and pretend he hadn’t seen this. But he was paralyzed. Fear or shock didn’t paralyze him. Desire did. Jake’s cock grew in his own pants until he had no choice but to put a hand down his pants to ease some of his discomfort.

As Steve’s hands pumped more rapidly on his cock, Jake’s hand mirrored the movements. In no time, father and son were coming in unison. Jake ran to his room, afraid his moans would break free and embarrass them both. Once in his room, Jake found his cock rock hard once again. For the rest of the night, Jake could not get his cock to stay flaccid, mostly because he could not get the image of his father out of his head.

Over the next few days, Jake continued to have that very problem. The attraction didn’t bother him so much on an elemental level. He could deal with being gay or bisexual, though the feelings were new. However, no other man turned Jake on, no matter how much he looked or thought about them. No, it was just his father that had this effect on him. Jake was incredibly turned on by his father.

Jake knew he had to do something about his feelings. If nothing else, he wanted to discuss the feelings with his father perhaps to see if his father ever felt the same in his life, not necessarily towards Jake but maybe his own father or some other man. Jake knew his father was sexually satisfied by Jake's mother, Nancy. He heard them often. In recent days, Jake was jealous of his own mother. Jake wanted to be fucked by Steve. Jake wanted to take his father’s cock in his mouth and feast on its delicious hardness and juices. 

Nancy went away on business, leaving her husband and son alone in the house. Jake knew this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He waited a few days, letting his father’s sexual frustration build, or so he hoped. Then, he joined Steve in the living room.

“I’m surprised you aren’t out tonight,” Steve commented. Jake shrugged. “It’s been a while since just the two of us had a night together. I thought this would be nice.”

Steve nodded. “Sure. Did you want to do something in particular?”

Here goes nothing, Jake thought. “I thought maybe I could sit in your lap.”

“What?”

For an answer, Jake got up from his chair, went to the couch, and sat on his father’s lap. Nestling his butt against his father’s crotch, Jake leaned his head back on Steve’s shoulder.

“Jake, what the hell . . .?”

Very determined, Jake began moving his hips so that his butt moved back and forth against his father’s crotch. Steve didn’t struggle but he didn’t encourage his son’s movements either. What he did do, however, was instinct and something he could not hide. Steve’s cock began to grow against his son’s ass and his hips began to hump back.

Smiling, Jack began rubbing his own cock through his jeans. Slowly, he slid off his father’s lap. Ignoring Steve’s protest, Jake knelt in front of him. Jake reached for Steve’s zipper, marveling at the way his father raised his hips towards his hand in order to aid him.

“Oh God,” Steve moaned, as his son freed his erection and began stroking it with his very competent hand. All Steve could do was moan some more as Jake smiled up at him. When his son enveloped his cock with his sweet, wet mouth, Steve’s head fell back in ecstasy.

More to come . . . 



Father and Son Bonding Ch. 02



(as a reminder) “Oh God,” Steve moaned, as his son freed his erection and began stroking it with his very competent hand. All Steve could do was moan some more as Jake smiled up at him. When his son enveloped his cock with his sweet, wet mouth, Steve’s head fell back in ecstasy.

Jake knew by now his father’s reluctance was gone. No matter what Steve preferred, he was responding to his son’s erotic mouth. Jake had never given a blowjob before, had never wanted to. But he went with instinct and by his father’s reaction, Jake knew he was doing it right. Steve’s hips bucked towards his son’s mouth repeatedly until Jake could tell his father was about to cum in his mouth.

Jake had other plans for his father’s load however so he moved his mouth from around his father’s cock. Jake began to kiss and lick his father’s thighs, feeling them quiver under his loving touch.

“Jake . . .” Steve moaned in protest. “Please.”

A smile spread across Jake’s face as his father begged him for relief. Jake took his father’s shirt off. He moved his mouth on a path up his father’s chest, licking and sucking his nipples until he reached high up on his knees to kiss his father. Jake had no idea how his father would react to this invasion. Steve was so far gone in his state of arousal, however that he sucked his son’s tongue into his own mouth and kissed him passionately. Jake knew he had his father now.

Jake moved his hands to his father hard cock as father and son continued to kiss. The heat that came from Steve’s cock had Jake breaking away from the incestuous lip lock to moan. He then allowed his lips to travel to his father’s ear where he whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy.” 

It was then Steve’s turn to moan.

Jake moved away from his father and helped him to lie down on the couch. Willingly, Steve lay on his back and Jake recalled this position. It was his father laying on this very couch and jacking off that got Jake turned on to him in the first place. Jake’s own cock got even harder at the memory. Steve watched his son undress and Jake saw his father lick his lips in anticipation.

Leaning towards his father’s cock again, Jake allowed his mouth to become even wetter in order to lubricate Steve’s pole. Though Jake didn’t know much about anal sex, he knew lubrication was a must. Not knowing if his saliva would do but getting too aroused to care, Jake faced his father and straddled him, lowering his hot hole onto his father’s waiting cock.

Jake lowered himself very slowly, wanting to slam himself down but knowing it would rip him apart. His father lay very still, yet Jake could feel the quivering in Steve’s body, which was no doubt burning with eagerness.

As the first inch of his father’s cock entered Jake’s anus, Steve sighed but Jake became even more excited. He lowered himself even more. It hurt like hell but it felt so good too. By the time his father’s entire shaft was inside him, Jake was sweating from the strain, aching from the pain, but moaning from the pleasure. He could feel his father’s balls underneath his ass and it drove him wild. Jake stroked his cock and moved it along his father’s chest, loving the sensations his body was feeling.

Steve was moaning like crazy at the feeling of his son’s tight, hot hole squeezing his dick. He began jerking his hips up towards his son, worried he was hurting him but needing to relieve the enormous pressure in his groin somehow.

Jake had moved passed the pain, however. He began moving along with his father and encouraging him. “Yeah, fuck me, Dad! Fuck your son hard! Yes! I love your big cock inside me, Dad . . . Fuck me, Dad, fuck your son!” Jake would lift himself almost completely off his father’s cock only to slam down again to their mutual enjoyment.

The great fuck and his son’s words had Steve cumming in no time. Jake followed soon behind, loving the feel of his father’s juices spewing deep inside of him. Both were smiling as Jake leaned down and rested his head on his father’s chest.

“This was so wrong,” Steve said, his breathing not quite even as his cock softened and fell out of his son’s ass. Despite his words, he moved his hands over his son’s back in a way that could not be mistaken as a fatherly touch. 

Jake glanced up at his father, wondering how long it would be before he could fuck him. “But . . .?” Jake prompted, knowing by his father’s touch that he wasn’t regretting anything.

Steven leaned towards his son and kissed him long and hard. “But we have to do it all again as soon as possible.”

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Father and Son Bonding Ch. 03



Jake had seduced his father. He had managed to suck his father's cock and kiss him passionately. But the best part had been sitting on his father and feeling his father's cock deep inside his ass. Jake had never felt anything so amazing. He couldn't wait to do it again. 

He wouldn't say his father was avoiding him exactly. It just seemed life was getting in the way of them continuing their exploration of each other. Steve was busy at work or Jake's college classes were taking up too much of his time. Jake's mother Nancy seemed to be around far too much as well. 

His frustration pushed Jake to try some pretty risky things. Like one evening when the three of them were cleaning up from dinner. Nancy answered the phone and left the room to speak to her colleague on the other end. Steve stood at the sink and Jake approached him. 

Jake snaked his arm around his father and rubbed his crotch. Steve gasped but didn't deter his son's attention. Instead, he pushed against his son's hand. Jake felt his father's cock begin to harden. 

"I want you to fuck me again," Jake said against his father's ear and his father moaned softly. He squeezed his father's cock but couldn't do much more through the layers of clothing. "Will you come to my room tonight?"

Before his father could answer, Nancy came back in still talking on her phone. Jack hastily stepped away from his father but Nancy paid no attention to her husband and son. She located a folder on the opposite counter and left the room again. They heard the door to her home office close. 

Jack stayed where he was but told his father, "Come stand behind me."

"Jake," Steve whispered in a near whine. "We can't. Your mother could walk back in at any time."

"We'll hear the door open. Now come on," Jake insisted. "I need to feel you against my ass. It's been too long."

Steve's breathing became rapid & loud as he gave into his son's request and moved behind him at the counter. At the first contact of the father's cock to his son's ass, they both sighed and Steve even shuddered a bit. Jake was amazed it could feel this good even with the layers between them. 

It didn't matter much what was between them as Jake pushed his ass out towards his father. Steve's cock was hard as it humped against his son's ass. Soon father & son established a rhythm & Steve wasn't the only one breathing fast. Jake could barely catch his breath as he continued to grind his ass against his father's rock hard cock. 

"This isn't enough," Steve suddenly whispered urgently. 

Jake wasn't even sure if his father spoke to himself or to him. But he agreed. Sure this was hot, felt good, and his own cock was hard but it wasn't nearly enough. He unzipped his pants and though it sounded deafening in the quiet kitchen, Jake didn't stop. He let his pants and underwear fall to his ankles and then was startled by the loud grunt that escaped his father. 

Steve's hands were suddenly all over his son's ass. He stroked it and squeezed it while sighing in approval. He ran a finger up inside his son's ass, causing Jake to moan himself. Realizing his son liked the attention, Steve pushed his finger further inside. Jake pushed against his father's finger and in no time at all, Steve was finger fucking his son's ass. 

They were both loving it but Jake needed more. "Take your cock out," he told his father. "I need it inside me. NOW!"

Steve did as he was told. Jake thought as he waited for the invasion of his father's cock in his ass that he liked telling his father what to do. And the thing was, Steve followed his son's orders as if he liked it too. Jake wondered just how far he could push his father. But his thoughts were interrupted then as he felt his father's cock make contact with his ass. 

Jake was so aroused just thinking about what that cock looked like that he said, "Shove it in! Now, Dad! Shove your cock all the way into my ass! Fuck me, Dad! I love your cock in my ass!" He was practically yelling but he didn't even care and it didn't seem to bother his father because he did just as his son asked. 

Steve shoved his cock all the way into his son's ass in one powerful thrust. Jake shouted out from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Steve grunted against his son's warm neck and slowly began sawing his cock in and out of that tight canal. 

"Harder!" Jake instructed his father. "Fuck me harder, Dad! Faster! Slam your cock in me! I love your cock in me! Yes, Dad! Fuck me!"

His cock moved rapidly as Steve bucked into his son's ass over and over. The force of his thrusts drove Jake into the counter time and time again but since every thrust from Steve was returned by Jake, father and son never slowed their tireless fucking in the middle of the kitchen. 

"What the fuck is going on?" Nancy suddenly asked from the doorway. 

At the sight of his mother watching his father fuck him in his ass, Jake's cock sprayed volumes of cum against the counter. 

And Steve just kept driving his cock into his son's ass.



Father and Son Bonding Ch. 04



Jake couldn't believe what was happening. He was standing in his kitchen while his father, Steve, fucked his ass. His mother, Nancy, had just walked in on them, demanding to know what was going on. Her presence had caused Jake to cum all over the counter in front of him. Most amazing of all was that his father didn't stop fucking him. He didn't pull out in shame or embarrassment. 

He just kept fucking his son. 

Since his father seemed to like to be told what to do, Jake wondered if his father wasn't stopping simply because Jake had yet to tell him to. Between that thought, his mother still standing there, and the amazing feelings his father's cock was still creating in his ass, Jake's cock grew hard again. 

"Keep fucking me," Jake told his father. 

Nancy gasped at her son's words. "Jake! Steve! What is happening?"

"I think you can tell," Jake answered. "Dad is fucking my ass. And it feels amazing!"

"Oh my God! Steve! How could you do this? How could you do this to your own son?" There were tears in Nancy's voice as she tried to make sense of the situation. 

"Because he asked me to," Steve answered. "And because nothing has ever felt this good." He grunted and drove his cock into his son even more powerfully than before. "I'm going to cum," he warned his son. 

"Good!" Jake pushed his ass back and humped his father as hard as he could. "Give it to me! Cum in my ass, Dad! I want to feel your juice deep inside me!"

Nancy was now sobbing but didn't leave the kitchen. Jake wondered what made her stay there. He couldn't help but come to the conclusion that she liked watching. Before he could give that theory any more attention, his father came. 

It seemed buckets of his father's cum sprayed into his ass. Jake came again too as he milked his father's cock with his ass. He wanted every last drop of his father's cum inside him. 

Both completely spent, Steve rested against his son's back as Jake leaned against the counter. Soon, however, Jake turned and wrapped his arms around his father. Father and son shared an open-mouth kiss full of tongues and teeth and plenty of moaning. 

"This is sick," Nancy whispered, which reminded Jake that she was still there watching them. 

He ended the make out session with his father but kept his arms around him as he turned to his mother. "What's sick about it?" he asked her. "We love each other."

"But you're our son. It's illegal and wrong. It's incest."

"So?" 

Nancy shook her head. "So what? Are you both gay now or something?"

"I can't speak for Dad," Jake told her. "But I don't really see this as a question of gay or straight. I just want my father." Jake looked at Steve and Steve gazed right back at him. "There isn't another man or woman I've ever wanted more." Father and son shared another sexually charged kiss but Jake wasn't finished dealing with his mother. "Do you understand?"

"No," she answered. "Of course I don't understand why my husband and son want to fuck. This is wrong!"

"Do you want a divorce?" Steve suddenly asked his wife. 

Nancy's mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Finally she asked, "So this isn't a one-time thing? You two plan to continue . . ." She just couldn't say it again. 

"This isn't the first time," Jake admitted. 

"And it won't be the last." Steve's palm settled on his son's ass which was still bare. He began stroking Jake's ass as if he just couldn't stop himself from touching it. 

His father's words and his touch were getting Jake and his cock hard again. He didn't even care that his mother stood there glaring at them. 

"I don't know what to say," Nancy said, obviously bothered by the way her husband kneaded their son's ass. "I don't want a divorce. I still want to be a wife and mother."

Jake decided it was time to take charge. "That's fine," he told his mother. "But there will have to be some changes. You'll move into my room and I'll move into your room with Dad. He and I will share a bed every night." He hesitated a bit. "That is, if it's okay with Dad."

Steve met his son's questioning look. "That sounds perfect to me."

Forcing himself to concentrate on his mother and not on the incredible feeling of his father's finger probing his ass, Jake said, "If you go along with this change without protest, the outside word never has to know the difference."

"Thank you," she said quietly with obvious relief. 

"Also," Jake added, now pushing his ass back against his father's inserting finger. "If you're accepting of our relationship, you can watch Dad and I anytime you want." He had decided to grant her this when he saw the way her eyes glazed with arousal while she watched her son's ass move against his father's finger. 

"I-I can?" she stuttered in disbelief. 

"You want to?" Steve asked with surprise in his voice. 

"I can't help it," Nancy told her husband breathlessly. "The way he responds to you and the way you want each other . . ." She trailed off with a shudder. "I feel so tingly and alive in ways I never knew I could. Please let me watch what you do to each other," she begged. 

"Let's go to our bedroom," Jake suggested. None of them doubted which room he meant and the three of them all but ran to what used to be his parents' bedroom. The room that would now belong to he and his father.



Father and Son Campout



*All characters in this story are 18 years or older at the time of all sexual activity.* 

*

"Here we are!" Dad called out happily as we emerged from the narrow rock opening. He was ahead of me by a few feet and had stopped there, putting his hands on his hips and breathing deeply. Sweat dripped from his face and it had accumulated on his shirt beneath the backpack he wore. I must have been equality sweaty, I knew.

"Great," I replied, coming to his side. "This is the spot, eh?" I took a look at the scene before me: a quiet, rock encircled area, kind of like a roofless cave and just big enough for a small campsite. Towards one side was a clear pool filling up with water from somewhere further up into the rocks on the opposite side of us. Below this clear pool there was a little miniature waterfall which led into another smaller pool and then into a small stream where it faded into the brush against a rock surface. This was Dad's favorite spot to camp, he had told me earlier. Hidden away from other hikers and campers, quiet, peaceful—it was ideal for a father-son outing.

"Yup, here we are," he said. "The pool looks so inviting, doesn't it, son?"

"Sure does," I said. It was so hot and we had hiked so far. All of my muscles were aching and I longed to finally be able to sit down and take a drink of water. "So you can drink this water?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, and then pointed towards the spot where the water trickled from the rocks just above the pool. "Spring water. Clear and smooth. We can drink it from there."

"Sweet. Well, I'm ready to relax, Dad." I took my pack off and dropped it onto the ground.

"First we have to set up camp, and then we'll relax." Dad smiled at me and wiped sweat onto his sleeve. "Let's set up a fire using the wood we collected on the way and we can get some dinner while we are at it. While it's cooking we can set up the tent. What do you say?"

I smiled at him. "Okay, Dad." With a groan—but a happy groan—I got up and helped him set up camp. It only took us a few minutes because we knew what we were doing. We were both experienced outdoorsmen and had been doing father-son campouts for years now. I knew that this might be my last one since I had just barely turned 18—a few weeks ago—and would soon be moving away from home to go to college. This was going to be my last summer at home with my parents and my little sister.

Dinner was good. We had brought plenty of good food and we enjoyed every morsel of the fire-cooked meal. Just like the old times, I reflected as we sat around the fire. I knew that I would definitely miss these little outings with Dad. We had grown really close over the last few years because of it.

"So Aaron, what are you thinking about?" Dad asked, wiping his hands onto his jeans—having just finished the last of his food. He sat back and looked at me.

"I'm thinking . . . that it's going to be really hard leaving you guys," I said. Saying it outloud hurt me more than simply thinking it in my heart. "I will miss you, Dad. I really will." I looked up at him and took a deep breath. "We've become so close during these trips of ours. I appreciate it."

"We can still do trips later on," Dad said—but smiled sadly. "You won't be that faraway. And of course we can always talk on the phone."

"True," I said. "Very true."

We sat there in silence for a moment before Dad spoke again: "Wanna take a dip in the pool?"

"Um, sure," I said. Honestly, I was very tired and felt more like taking a nap. But it was about mid-afternoon now and still hot, so a cool down would do me good. "Yeah, let's go."

"Okay," Dad said. With that he led me across the site and towards the pool there. We stood in front of it watching the water trickle in. "Don't worry, it's not that cold," Dad said. "Let's get undressed and hop in."

I nodded and, slightly turning away from him, I began to take off my sweaty clothes. I first took off my shirt and shivered a bit when I felt the air against the wet skin of my bare chest. I turned towards him for a quick glance and found him just standing there looking at me. He had apparently not started to undress himself yet. I swallowed. I had already removed my socks and shoes back near the fire, so now all I had to do to finish undressing myself was remove my shorts and boxers—which I now did with one easy motion. I bent over to remove the sticky shorts and boxers and then flung them over to the spot I had just thrown my shirt. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and, my breath hard, turned slightly around to look at Dad. He was still standing there, dressed, looking at my naked body. What was up with him? I wondered.

"Oh, don't be shy," he said, smiling. "We're both guys, aren't we?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. I turned around to face him full on, my penis dangling obnoxiously between my thighs. Smiling, I slowly let down my arms and put them on my hips. "Well, I am undressed now."

"Awesome," Dad said. "My turn!" With this he began unbuttoning his sweat-drenched shirt. I turned away as soon as I saw his bare chest.

"Hey," Dad said, his hand on my bare shoulder. "Don't worry. It's okay if you see me naked."

I turned to look at him and found him there completely nude, his long, flaccid penis only a foot from me. The look I got at it was only a glance, and then I turned away again. "Sure," I said. "Now let's get in."

With that I stepped into the cool water. It was such a shock that I pulled my foot back out almost immediately. I looked at Dad who watched me strangely. "What?" I asked, smiling. "What are you looking at with that strange . . . smile?"

"Oh, it's just that you are cute," he said now. "Go ahead, don't mind me."

He was being so weird. What did that mean? I am cute? I shook away these questions and put my whole leg up to my knee into the water. I shivered but instead of pulling it out again as I had done before, I put my other leg into the water.

"Okay, Dad, I'm going in," I said. With one last movement I bent over so that my whole body up to my chest was now in the water—in the middle of the pool. Another moment later and I was dunking my head in it. "Whew! Dad, that feels good!" I yelled out, shivering again.

"I knew it would," Dad said. I looked up again at him and again at that long penis was his. It was so long . . . Dad smiled brightly and then, in one motion, plunged into the pool with a tiny splash. He too dunked his head. "Nice huh?" he asked, chuckling. "Perfect thing for an after-hike cool down!"

"Yeah, that's for sure."

"Hey, over here there is a little ledge where we can sit down under the water," Dad said, indicating a spot against the rock wall next to the spot where the water trickled down. He sat there and watched as I stepped towards him. I sat down onto the ledge a few inches away from him. There, he smiled and watched me. I had never seen him like this before.

"Yeah this is nice," I said.

"Yeah it is . . . Hey son, can I ask you something?"

I turned to look at him, puzzled by the expression I saw there. "Okay . . ."

"Well . . . have you ever . . . had a girl yet?" he asked.

What a strange question! I thought. I thought that he knew about my love life—well, my lack of love life. I felt ashamed of it. "Um, you mean, had sex with a girl yet? No I haven't." I was telling the truth. At 18, I was still a virgin. "I don't get along well with girls, Dad."

"That's too bad," Dad said. "I . . . I think that you are really cute."

Cute? There it was again! What was he saying? Or trying to say? "What do you mean, cute, Dad?" I asked.

"What I mean is that . . . I think that you're an attractive boy," Dad said. He took one of his hands out of the water and put it on my bare shoulder. He slid closer to me by a few inches. "I never noticed until your birthday a few weeks ago. That night I just looked at you and thought, what a good looking kid!"

"I . . . uh . . . don't know what you mean, Dad," I said. I gulped as his hand slid around my back to my other shoulder, the one opposite him. He now slid close so that my back was leaning into his bare chest. I felt our thighs touch beneath the water. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"I like you," he said. I shivered as I felt his free hand touch my stomach beneath the water. He caressed the area around my belly button. My penis twitched—I knew it was getting hard. He kept looking into my eyes.

"You . . . like me?" I asked. "As in . . . you want me?"

"Yes," he said. "I want to have . . . sex with you." With this I felt his hand trail down my stomach and onto my penis.

"Oh!" I yelped, grabbing onto his wrist in an attempt to push his arm away. It was futile; he resisted, wrapping his fingers around the head of my penis, jerking it at each of my tries to get him to remove it. "Dad, no! Don't!"

"You want me too," he said as I gave up and let him grab my shaft full on with the palm of his hand. "You are a horny teenager. I know it—I used to be the same way. I had sex with my own father when I first entered college. Now I want you to have the same experience—with me." He squeezed my penis.

"Dad!" I yelled, frowning and looking into his face. "Please, don't!"

"Feel me," he said. With that he let go of my penis and grabbed onto my left hand. He pressed it against his penis which was hard as rock and pointing straight towards the surface of the water. I wrapped my fingers around the skin there, and groaned.

"Dad!" I screamed, letting go of the thick thing there. "I will NEVER forgive you if you make me do this! NEVER!" I felt tears well up in my eyes and I pouted.

Dad frowned and let go of my hand. In a moment I was up out of the water and backing away from him—my penis still hard and beginning to throb in orgasm. I tried to conceal it—the fact that he had made me orgasm—by grabbing onto the tip and desperately trying to stop my cum from squirting all over the place. I turned away from him and ran over to our tent where I ducked inside.

What just happened? I wondered. Dad had come onto me . . . and I was turned on? How could that be? Is this for real?

I shivered and with my free hand shuffled through my bag in order to find the toilet paper I had lodged there. I took a few sheets of this and tried to clean off the cum all around my crotch, my thigh, and of course my hand. I got most of it but I smelled strongly of the stuff—especially on that hand. After taking a quick peak out of the tent door to see if he was coming yet, I put on a clean shirt and pair of shorts from my bag. Thoughts of Dad and what had just happened worried me greatly. This would change my life no matter what.

Just as I was about to emerge from the tent I found Dad standing there blocking the way. He had placed a towel around his waist and was wearing a t-shirt up top. He frowned and his eyebrows furrowed in thought and—yes, and even remorse too.

"Aaron, I feel . . . bad," he said, his eyes lowered towards his bare feet. "My behavior was inappropriate. I am your father, and you are my son. That should never have happened."

I sighed, relieved that apparently he had come to his senses. He looked into my eyes and then turned away again. "Dad," I said. "It's okay." I smiled at him warmly. I felt sadness for him.

"It's just that . . . I am gay," he said, looking me in the eyes again. "I have never told anyone in the world about it besides you just now . . . I am gay. Your mother doesn't know either. And the thing is that . . . I like young men, like you, 18 or 19 years old." He smiled weakly, peering down upon me. "When I saw you naked, and you had the exact perfect young man's body that I love, I just couldn't resist. You are attractive to me, son."

"I see," I said, genuinely surprised. I didn't know what else to say.

"I think I have a crush on you now," he said. "I . . . am in love with you. But you are my son, and I am your father. It is wrong."

I was sad looking into that face of his just then. But he was right. What was going on here? He shouldn't be . . . in love with me! There is something seriously wrong with this picture. I nodded to him and said dryly: "It's okay, Dad . . ."

"Do you . . . find me attractive?" he asked now. His eyes looked like they would swell with tears. "Do you, son?"

I gulped. "You're my Dad . . . Dad."

He nodded slowly and managed a weak smile. "I know. You're right. It's not right." A tear streamed from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away, sniffling. My heart broke for him.

"Dad . . ." I didn't know what else to say. He turned around and closed the flap to the tent leaving me inside. I stooped over and put my hand on my mouth—it still smelled of cum. "This is crazy," I said to myself. "Crazy!"

The rest of the afternoon passed awkwardly, with almost complete silence between me and Dad. We were both pretending to not remember what had happened in the pool that day, and of Dad's confession to me in the tent. We set up a fire before it got dark and now sat there on our lawn chairs, both of us clothed, watching it flicker in front of us, providing us some heat while we relaxed. I turned to Dad.

"Dad, so . . .uh . . . I want to tell you something I've never talked about with anyone," I began. Dad looked at me and put his elbows on his knees to lean forward. "Since . . . you told me something secret earlier, I should tell you something too."

"Go ahead," he said. "I'm here for you."

"I . . . masturbate a lot," I said. "I mean . . . I am so bad with girls, but the desire is still there. I just get so nervous that I can't function around them I guess. I've never even kissed a girl. I don't even know what it would be like . . . So I masturbate a lot and watch a lot of porn—sometimes a couple times a day even—but in real life it just isn't there."

Dad nodded, and said, "I know how that is . . . I went through some time of my college life that way. In fact, I was lucky I met your mother when I did. I was so lonely."

"Had you ever . . . had sex with a guy back then?" I asked, swallowing. I was nervous asking such things. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"

"Yes . . ." he said. "I had a boyfriend during my freshman year in college. James."

"I never heard about this," I said, honestly surprised. "What happened to him?"

"He had a girlfriend at the time . . . he was cheating on her . . . but she never found out and they got back together and got married, I guess," he said. "I don't see him anymore."

"What's it like having sex . . . I mean, with a guy?" I asked.

Dad smiled. "Well, you can either be the catcher or the pitcher," he began, using his hands to gesture. "With my boyfriend in college, I was mostly the catcher . . . but I now consider myself a pitcher."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I had heard these terms before and I thought I knew what he meant, but I wanted to know more.

"As catcher, you 'catch' the penis," Dad said. While saying this, he stood up and then leaned forward so that his butt was up in the air behind him. "It slides up your butt, and he pounds into you back and forth. The pitcher is thrusting his penis into you." Dad made a trusting motion forward a few times. "But, you can also kiss, touch, and of course suck each other's penises too."

"Hmm . . . so you put it all in your mouth huh?" I asked.

"Yes," Dad said, sitting down again. "And when he comes, or orgasms, his cum squirts into your mouth."

"Do you spit it out?" I asked.

"You can, yes," Dad said. "But it's better if you drink it, swallow it ya know?"

"I . . . uh . . . I have drank my own cum before," I confessed. I suddenly regretted saying that. My face must have gone bright red in embarrassment just then.

"And do you like it?" Dad asked.

"Honestly . . . yes I do," I said. "And I even smear it all over my face too when I masturbate. I like it."

"I don't blame ya," Dad said. "I like it too. It's really awesome when the cum squirts all over your face and gets caught up in your hair too. So sexy."

We both fell silent for a moment. I gazed into the fire but I could tell that Dad was staring at my face as it flickered from the fire light. I had my hands folded across my lap to conceal the boner that had developed during our short conversation. This was insane! My penis tip was even getting wet with pre-cum and the friction of my forearms folded above it was driving me crazy.

"So Dad, what do you think is attractive about me?" I asked.

Dad's eyes widened. "You have a handsome face, for one. And you've got a great full head of hair . . . a slender body, cute button bottom that I would just like to squeeze! And you have a gorgeous smile and sapphire shiny big eyes that I could just get lost in so easily sometimes."

I was blushing. "You're sweet, Daddy," I said. "So . . . what if I said that . . . tonight I would give myself—my body—to you?" I smiled at him. He smiled back. "As an early birthday present—myself for the whole big night, to do with as you please. Whatever you want with your baby boy." I couldn't believe what I was saying. It felt like someone else was saying those things, that someone else was blushing at this man who was my father. Was I drugged up?

"I think that I just may . . ." Daddy said, his eyes darting over my body. Then he frowned and said, "Are . . . are you okay with this though? I mean, you were right earlier; this is wrong, unnatural to . . . have sex with your own father. And if anyone found out . . .?" He looked wary, and bit his lip.

I stood up, hardly conscious of the decision to do so. With the collapse of my arms from my lap, my crotch stood in full view now, my erect penis tenting my jeans. To my surprise, as I looked down I found a small wet spot forming where the tip was jutting out—precum soaking through my clothes. "Daddy," I said, taking a step towards him. "I am you . . . I mean, I came out of you. I owe you my life, and my body is yours." I began to unbutton my shirt and took slow small steps closer to him.

He gave a nervous smile and began to take off his shirt also as I undressed before him. In a moment I was shirtless, another, down to my boxers—a huge wet spot where my penis poked hard like a red pipe. Daddy had taken his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. "Hey cutie," he said. "Ready for Daddy?"

I put my arms around his neck and slowly sat down upon his lap, my bare chest to his. I felt his hard penis as I pressed my butt down towards his crotch. I adjusted myself so that my butt crack was right above the long, thick shaft. I rocked. "Daddy, what if mom found out about us?" I asked. But I only half meant it. I bent over to kiss him soft on the lips before he could reply.

What was I doing? I wondered just then as our wet lips parted and I looked into his brown eyes. He put his hands on my hips and slipped his thumbs beneath the band of my boxers.

"Can I remove these?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Yes," I said, running my hands on top of his bare shoulders. "You should take off your underwear too."

I stood up, let go of his shoulders, and took a step backwards. He pulled my boxers down to my shins and then looked up at my penis which flopped out to stare him directly in the face. A bubble of pre-cum spouted from the tip. I bent slightly to pull my boxers off the rest of the way, and I flung them into the dirt next to the fire. I was standing there naked now, as I had before at the pool.

"Your turn," I said, biting my lip as I motioned with one hand at his own underwear—briefs. Dad smiled and slipped them off, throwing them next to where I had thrown mine. His penis shot straight up into the crisp mountain air, like an eager snake spotting some lunch somewhere above it, maybe in the trees. 

Am I attracted to him? I asked myself silently, looking him up and down. Is this a dream? Why would this happen in real life? Could it happen in real life? I felt possessed by a power I had never known, something which yearned for a sensual touch, lusted after the pleasures of forbidden flesh.




Father and Son Campout



I again sat on my lap and positioned by butt in the same spot as before, with his long wet shaft between my now exposed butt cheeks. My own penis was hard-pressed against his stomach, jutting into him like a knife. He placed his hands around my hips again and then slowly slid them around to grasp onto my butt with a squeeze of his powerful fingers. I bent to kiss him again, this time really savoring the feel of the soft lips against my own. I felt his tongue slide out from his lips and land against my front teeth. I shot my own tongue out and slide it through his mouth. As we kissed I had to slurp several times to get rid of the extra saliva we were generating.

"Oh God, son," Dad said after a long bout of sensual French kisses. "You are incredible at this."

"Thanks Dad," I said. I was breathing heavily by now. "I . . . I think that you are incredible too." Smiling, I stepped back again, away from him. He looked at me curiously, a hint of worry in his eyes. But he soon realized what I meant to do when I slowly lowered myself onto my knees in front of him. I put my hand on his thighs and gently spread his legs apart so that I could get admission to his groin area. As I situated myself so that my face was directly in front of his giant cock, he placed his hands on my shoulders with an eager, anxious smile.

I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against the tip of his penis. He, like me, was circumcised so my tongue was right up against the oozing tip of his penis. I tasted his salty pre-cum, which to me was not unfamiliar since, as I had said before, I had tasted my own before, in fact, had even drunk great deals of the stuff after masturbating, alone in my room at night. "Daddy," I said. "Remember how I told you how I used to drink my own cum? Well, right before my orgasms I would get a cup ready . . . . I would drink it like milk."

"Is that so?" Dad asked, breathing heavily. Dad smiled down at me and put his hands in my hair, behind my head. He rolled my hair between his fingers.

I bent my neck again and spread my open lips around the head of his cock. I took it in until I felt the tip of it press softly against the farthest part of the back of my mouth, briefly inciting the gag reflex. I fought it, keeping the long hard staff as far into my mouth as I was able. I heard Dad begin to moan as I wrapped my tongue around it, feeling every bumpy vein, soaking it with my saliva. He tasted so salty! I pulled my head back and as his penis plopped out of my mouth I felt it slide against the bottom of my upper teeth. 

"Was I . . . being a good boy, Daddy?" I asked, a playful smile upon my lips. 

"Oh yeah, good boy," Dad said, a bead of sweat coursing down his forehead. 

I put my lips around his penis again, only this time I sucked, as hard as I could, pretending that it was a giant straw. This continued, with moments where I would let him go and lick him up and down before returning him again into my mouth. He breathed heavily and his thighs began to press into my ears from both sides of my head and his hands ran through my hair furiously. He began screaming. "Oh, son! Son! Son!"

A moment later and I felt a warm spray of semen against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, filling me up with his seed. I savored it for a moment and then swallowed it with one long gulp. I released his penis which made a small popping noise as it made its exit, beginning to grow soft.

"Daddy, I swallowed it," I said, standing up. I put my legs on either side of his thighs so that I could sit on his lap as before, only now his penis was flaccid beneath my butt, the tips of it still spewing small bubbles of semen. I kissed my father full on the lips and pressed my still rock hard penis against his stomach. I pressed myself against him there and rocked back and forth again and again until finally I felt my own orgasm coming. I sprayed my sperm all over his chest and stomach as I came, crying out into the night sky above us as my body filled with pleasure. "Oh Daddy," I said after the moment of ecstasy was through. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I collapsed into his chest, both of us heaving, our sweat mingling beneath the combined heat of our bodies.

A few minutes—and soft kisses—later and we were both calm again, myself sitting on his lap as we watched the fire grow dimmer. He caressed my body with those firm, yet gentle, big hands of his. I was lost, not sure what to make of the situation.

"Does this mean that we are . . . lovers, Dad?" I asked.

He kissed my neck softly and replied, "I don't know, exactly, son. I guess we are lovers . . . I do . . . love you, you know?" 

"I love you too, Dad," I said, turning my neck so as to kiss him on the lips again, which we did. "But what are we going to do when we get home? What about Mom?"

"I still love her," Dad said. "But I am in love with you, Aaron . . . I want us to be together, no matter what happens. Do you want that too?"

"I think so," I said, honestly confused. "I am not sure if I . . . am in love with you though . . . yet, I mean."

After another twenty minutes like that I began to feel my penis stiffen yet again, and noticed that he too was getting hornier by the minute. We had sex again, only this time he put himself up my anus, pounding into me again and again. That night we ended up having sex five times, the last of which took place in the warm confines of our tent on top of our sleeping bags. We fell asleep in each others arms.



Father and Son Fantasy



*This a story of fiction and imagination*

My mom and dad split up when I was young and I didn't get to see my dad as much. My mom and I eventually moved away from my home to another city in state with her new boyfriend. Over time I found myself attracted to some people that I hadn't seen in a while. One of them happened to be my dad. My mom had become person I could not stand, but I still loved her, so I moved back to my hometown to live with my dad. I was fourteen when I moved back, and I was still very into my dad. My dad did have a girlfriend after my mom for a couple of years but then they broke up and he hasn't had one since. 

I figured nothing sexual would never happen between us since I had always thought he was very much straight. I have lived with him ever since I was fourteen and now I am eighteen. My dad always had suspicions that I was gay and when I finally told him he said that he always knew and that he would love me no matter what. This was surprising to since he was a very strict, typical, Asian father. When I was little I would take baths with him and I can remember his dick being really big, it was not until I was older that I knew that Asians were said to have "small penises" but I guess that wasn't true for my dad. Because I was half Spanish and Mexican-Indian and my dad had a big dick I got some good genes that gave me a cock like my dad's. 

I like to go snooping in my dad's room a lot, and it wasn't until I was eighteen when I found out that my dad was gay! I was in his room and I saw that he hadn't taken his computer to work. I went through it and found a tab open to gay porn. I was so surprised and amazed, I went through his search history and found "father son gay incest" and that is when I became really excited. At that moment I knew I was going to make a move on my dad. I just didn't know when and how, and I was really nervous about it. I went to bed that night still thinking about it and trying to figure out how it would happen. 

I woke up to the sound of my dad whispering in my ear. Nobody else was home that night because my aunts had gone out of town to gamble. He said "Wake up David." which is me. I found his whispering really sexy, and I saw that he was leaning over me and that I was in his room! I figured that he had carried me their while I was sleeping. "I know you went through my computer." I immediately began to panic when he said that because I didn't know what to say. "But it's ok because it just means that I don't have to keep it a secret anymore." I was so relieved that he wasn't mad. I said to him "So, I want you to know that I want you too and that I have thought you were so sexy ever since I moved in with you."

As soon as I said that he began to kiss me. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever had and I was so turned on. He continued to kiss me then began to rub my crotch. I decided to do the same thing to him, and I was surprised to find him hard, since he was kind of old. He was fifty, but a very sexy, fit, and fifty year old. He broke the kiss and began to take my shirt of and when he got it off I did the same for him. He continued to kiss me while he took his boxers of, I did the same. We began to stroke each other's cocks and he was feeling me ass with his other hand. 

He continued to kiss down my body, until he got to my 8 inch cock. He began to suck on it and his was very good at it. I caressing his head and moaning. He started to suck harder and faster until I was about to cum and that is when I stopped him and pulled him up to me. I whispered in his ear "I wanna get in the bath with you." He took me by the hand to the master bathroom and began to turn on the water. He put floral smelling oils in the water and lit some candles, the lights were still turned off. When the tub was full we got in. I got on top of him and began to kiss him passionately.

*I will make a part two finishing this story if I get enough requests in the comments*



Father and Son Fantasy Ch. 02



The water was warm and, the sound of our bodies rocking with each other was euphoric. I never thought this would ever be happening to me, and now that it is, I felt like it was just me and him and nothing could hurt us. We explored each other's bodies like lovers. His cock was huge, just as it was from when I was a child. I felt it bobbing against my ass in the water, I longed for it to be in my ass. 

I reached around and began to caress his dick, he did the same. I broke the kiss as I was slowly putting his radiating cock in my hole. I looked down at him, his head was leaned back and he was softly moaning. He was still stroking my dick, and it felt so good. His cock hurt me a lot going in but once it was all the way in we were both in heaven. 

His cock began to pull out and in of my ass. My sexy daddy was moaning louder than before as I began to do the same. He felt so good inside me and I could tell that he would cum soon, but I didn't want him to. He stopped me at that moment and whispered to me seductively "I want you to fuck me." 

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I'll ever be son." 

I got off of him and he rose to his knees. He bent over the tub and I began to slide my dick into him slowly. He began to moan again as my entire cock entered him. "Fuck me hard!" he said in a sexy demanding voice. I did as he said and pounded his ass. The water from the tub began to splash out of the tub but we didn't care, we were loving this too much.

He touched my hip and told me to stop and pull out. He turned to me, still on his knees, he said "I wanna taste your cum." He then took my cock into his mouth and began to give me the best head I had ever gotten. He guided me to lay down in the tub while he was swallowing my dick. By this time most of the water had either leaked down the drain or had splashed out of the tub. I had my head leaned back, with my eyes closed.

I began to moan louder as I was getting closer to coming, and he started to suck harder and faster. I came in his mouth and he pulled away letting some seep out of his mouth. He swallowed but I could tell he didn't swallow all of it. Our eyes met and he got close to my mouth and began we began to kiss, sharing my cum. When it was all gone he went back down to clean up the rest of my cum. He came up to my chest and began to stroke his cock in front of me. 

He quickly came on my face and in my mouth I swallowed what I could and we cleaned each other up. We went to his bed, still naked, and cuddled. I whispered to him "Can we do this again?"

"Of course!" 

We laid there and fell asleep in each other's warming arms. Not only did we fuck many times later, but we had a threesome with my best friend on other occasions. I learned that my father knew he couldn't carry me himself so he had my best friend help him, and in return my father him watch the entire thing outside of the window. I was fine with this when I found out. But that is and entirely different story. 

In the morning I woke up before my dad did and just laid there in his arms and thought to myself how I feel as if now I have a deeper more meaningful relationship with my dad. I'm sure he feels the same way too. I felt so safe and loved while I lied there in his arms and I thought there could be no place on earth that I would rather be. I looked at him as he slowly opened his eyes and gazed into mine. We whispered "I love you son." 

"I love you to dad."

"Let's go take a shower"

We took a shower and spent the rest of the day together after. 

That was one of the best days I had ever had in my life so far. I still have other relations with men but my dad will always be there for me, not just to have hot sex with but to connect with in a way that most fathers and sons don't get to.



Father and Son Have a Few Beers



"You're 18 now, son," said John's dad. "How about we get you your first legal beer."

"Sure, dad. It may be my first legal one, but you do know I've had beer before, right?"

"Of course, but I want to get drunk with my best boy, now that he's allowed to."

It was a warm night and both were wearing only underwear and no t-shirts. 

Eric opened a Budweiser and handed it to his son. John took the frosty drink and took a deep swig. As the teen put his head back and drank, Eric glanced downward and noticed a bulge in his son's underwear. Hmmm, he's developing nicely, Eric thought. Just like his old man. 

"Mmm. Nice and cold," John swallowed.

"Eric opened his own beer and chugged about half of it and placed the bottle onto the kitchen counter."

Eric and his teenaged son drank two beers in the kitchen and then took another two into the living room. 

After the third, John was beginning to slur his speech a little. 

"Sss niccceee to drink with you, Dad"

Eric looked over at his son and realized the slight bulge he'd noticed in the boy's undies earlier had grown considerably. 

"It's nice to drink with you, too, John."

John suddenly noticed the hard-on he was developing and placed his free hand over it.

"No need to be shy, son," said Eric as he moved the boy's hand away from his crotch. 

"But, dad..."

"Never mind that. No one's home, let's see what you're packin' down there boy."

John's smooth white cheeks suddenly became bright red.

"C'mon," Eric egged him on. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

John took another big swig of his beer, finished it, and opened another that had been sitting on the coffee table. He took a giant gulp of that, let out a long resonating burp and put his hands to the waistband of his underwear.

"No. Stand up and do it," Eric said.

John was sufficiently drunk now that he didn't care anymore. He stood up, stumbled a little to the right, steadied himself and pulled down his underwear.

Eric gazed upon the teen's package. 

John's penis was semi-hard. It was hanging down and out a little over his balls. He had a large bushy mound of pubic hair above his cock, but only a few scraggly hairs on his tight balls. They were tight despite the heat in the room, which must have been in the mid-90s.

True to his word, Eric pulled his own underwear down revealing his hairy, semi-erect cock. He handled it a little, stretching it and pulling his balls out from under his legs. 

As he did this, John's semi-hard penis started to stiffen up. 

"Hmm," said Eric. "Looks like he's starting to wake up."

John's face reddened again and then more still as his 18-year-old cock, seemingly with a mind of its own, rose to salute the his father. Fully embarrassed now, despite the alcohol, John covered his boner with his hands, pressing it into his belly. 

"Sit down, here, boy," said Eric, patting the seat beside him. As he sat down, Eric took a blanket from the back of the sofa and covered the boy's privates. "There, a little less embarrassed now?"

John said nothing. He drank some more beer and so did Eric. The teen's boner retracted.

"I'm getting a little cold," said Eric. "Mind if I join you under there?"

Eric lifted the blanket, moved closer to his son, so their thighs were touching, and covered himself up. He put his hand on his son's leg under the covers and said:

"Son, really, it's no big deal that you got a boner. In fact, I've got a bit of one now myself," he said. "Must be all the booze and the heat.

Eric ran his hand along his teenaged son's thigh, squeezing a little on the inside. The cover's over the boy's penis moved and he could tell his son's cock was getting hard again. Eric's cock was starting to harden, too. He kept rubbing his son's left thigh as the teen put his head back and closed his eyes. Eric took that as a sign that perhaps the boy wanted to continue. 

Eric pulled his hand off of his son.

"Wh... why'd you stop, Dad?"

Eric looked into his son's blue eyes. 

"Well, if we're going to go any further, I need to know that this is something you want to do. I don't want to take advantage of you."

John swallowed.

"Dad, I was a little embarrassed before," he said. "I may feel embarrassed again later, but I right now I think I want to do this. We're both drunk and if we regret this later, we can always just chalk it up to the booze."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sure."

With that, Eric put his mouth to his son's sweet young lips. He kissed him and began rubbing the teen's leg once again. Eric's cock was full on hard now and he threw the blanket off of both of them. 

Both men, the younger one and the older one, looked down at their penises, comparing them.

John's was about six inches long. It was clean, thin and stood straight up against his belly. It reached about an inch below his belly button. 

Eric's was hairy. It was about as long as his son's, but it was much thicker. 

Eric placed his hand on his son's cock and stroked it very slowly. He could tell the boy was extremely horny and didn't want him to cum too soon. At least not until he got to taste that sweet young rod. 

"Touch mine," said Eric only slightly above a whisper.

The teen did as he was told. At first he just touched his dad's cock, running a couple of finger up and down the underside of his shaft. But soon he wrapped his hand around the man's large, beefy penis and stroked him with the same rhythm his father was using on him. 

Slow and steady father and son rubbed each other's penises. This man and the teenager who not too long ago was learning to ride a bike and doing all those other growing-up things. 

Eric wasn't gay and he didn't think his son was either, but here they were with their cocks in each other's hands, masturbating each other. 

Eric lowered his head. He, all of a sudden, needed to smell the sweat on his son's balls and taste the teen's cock. 

"Has anyone ever put your cock in their mouth," he asked the boy.

"No."

Eric began giving his son the teen's first ever blowjob. He opened his mouth just wide enough and let the boy's cock slip over his wet lips. He took it in as far as he could, swirled his tongue around the head and then pulled back.

His right hand went to the 18-year-old's balls and he gently held and rubbed them. He could feel the boy's cock beginning to pulsate and knew he was coming close. Should he make him cum now, or stop and continue the fun for a little while longer.

Too late. 

John put his hands on his father's head, pressing him down onto his cock. He thrust up into his father's mouth once, twice and then he was cumming. 

Eric squeezed the boy's cock in time with his orgasm. He milked the cum out of his son's cock and into his mouth. Eric had never tasted any cum but his own and this tasted a little different, slightly sweeter. 

John's hand, still on his father's cock, began to rub faster and faster. He wanted to make his dad feel as good as he was feeling right now. 

Eric's face lifted away from the boy's groin and then John took his father's large penis into his mouth. He sucked dad, just as dad had done to him and within thirty seconds, the old man was cumming into the young man's mouth. 

He spurted semen and John milked his own dad's cock, making sure every last drop got into his mouth, his face and his chest. 

Father and son looked at each and smiled. They took each other's hands, kissed and lay their heads back on the sofa.

Both Eric and John thought how much they enjoyed this father-son time and how maybe they'd like to get drunk together again sometime.



Father and Son Incest



I woke up one summer morning and it started out just like every other day. I got up around noon like any other teenager and realized I was home alone. This was the normal for me though. My parents were always busy with work. They seemed to hardly ever be home, but after 18 years of it, I had grown used to it.

I got out of bed and made breakfast for myself and watched some television. It was my typical routine. I was enjoying myself before I headed off to college.

Like any other male, I still had morning wood. I usually ignored it and tucked it between my waistband and stomach but today seemed different. I just woke up in a fantastic mood. I could feel how much it wanted to be played with. I looked at the time and saw it was only 12:30 and I knew my parents wouldn't be home until 6:00. I decided to make it a fun session. 

I turned the tv off and put my phone on silent so no one could disturb me and ruin the mood. I then went upstairs and into my room. I closed the door and went into my closet and grabbed a DVD from my secret collection of porn. I walked over to my tv and put the movie in. It was a porn of a twink and someone that could be his father. I laid down on my bed and rubbed my crotch. 

It wasn't long before I was moaning an sliding my clothes off. First my shirt flew off and onto the opposite side of the room. I then pulled my sweatpants down and kicked them off the end of my bed. Last but not least was my boxer briefs. I squeezed my shaft before stripping my underwear off too. I revealed my 8inch cut cock. I dropped those underwear to the floor. I felt so good laying on my bed naked.

The porn continued and I rubbed myself slowly at first so I could enjoy the session. I moaned a little bit too. This was all too much.

Due to it being summer, I didn't know what day it was because I never really cared when there wasn't school. I had failed to realize it was Saturday and my dad didn't have work that day. I wasn't thinking and now I was butt naked in my room masturbating. I turned up the volume a bit since I lived in the country and no one could hear it.

I wasn't really paying attention to any noises besides those coming from the porn and myself. I only heard the sound when it was too late.

"Son I borrowed your headphones when I went for my weekly jog," I heard my dad announce right outside my door. From past experiences, I knew he wouldn't knock. I scrambled for the remote and turned the tv off. I then panicked and grabbed a pillow as fast as I could. I covered the most important area to be covered. I was already blushing when the doorknob turned and my dad entered.

He stood in the doorway for a moment obviously shocked at what he was seeing. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and black shorts. He was holding my headphones and let his jaw drop as he saw me. He had dark black hair and a little bit of stubble on his face. His muscles were big from his morning workout I forgot about. He looked so hot. 

"Son... What the hell is going on!?" He said with an angry tone. He tossed my headphones onto my desk and his face turned red. He obviously couldn't remember what it was like to be young and horny all the time. All I could manage was to blush and avoid eye contact. 

"Well are you going to answer me?" He asked in a rude tone. I swallowed hard and looked down in shame before I answered. 

"Nothing...," I squeaked out. I felt my boner start to go away from embarrassment. My dad stood there an took a step forward.

"I thought I raised you better than that!" He fumed. He then realized what was really going on. He caught a glimpse of the remote in my hand and put two and two together. He looked at the tv. 

"Turn that on!" He demanded pointing to the tv.

"Do I have to?" I said quietly not wanting to expose what I was watching. My dad didn't know I was gay but he was about to find out. 

"Do it!" My dad almost yelled. I swallowed hard and held the remote up and pointed it. I pressed down on the button and the porn came on the tv. The father figure was fucking his "son" when it came on. The volume was still turned up and their moans and claps filled my dad's eyes and ears. It was he'll. I had no clue what was about to happen. 

My father was angry and his vein popped out of his forehead. I turned it down so the sexual noises didn't make it worse. It was on the lowest volume without being on mute when my dad said something again. 

"Get up," he said simply. His face was red and I didn't know if he knew I was baked under the pillow. I reached down onto the floor for my underwear. 

"Put those down and get up, Braden," he ordered me. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up. I held my pillow around my semi erect dick. He walked by me and sat down on my bed. I had no clue what was going on. 

"Put your pillow down," he said and I reluctantly put my pillow back onto my bed exposing myself to him. I was standing in front of my dad naked for the first time. My cock was still hard from the porn on my television but my dad didn't seem to care. He was too angry. 

"Now bend over my knees," he said not even looking me in the eyes.

"W-what?" I said shocked.

"You heard me boy now bend over my knees!" He said impatiently. I got down on my knees and bent over his legs.

"If you're going to act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child," he said and with that he slapped me across the ass open handed. A loud slap filled my ears. I drew in a quick breath from being unprepared and instinctively slid back off of his legs.

"Boy get on my legs! I'm not through with you!" He said angrily and I closed my eyes tight and didn't move. That's when he took things into his own hands literally.

He grabbed my the neck and pulled me back over his legs. This time though, he pulled me over further and reached under me and grabbed my penis. He placed my hard cock between his legs and held it there.

"Now you won't be able to slide off," he said to me. He then pulled back his open hand high into the air and waited a moment. The next moment he swung down very fast and slapped me across the ass again. This time it produced a louder smack. I drew in air through my teeth and held my eyes shut.

Another loud smack signaled that he spanked me again. It felt like fire. I could tell my cheeks were red. He pulled back and slapped one cheek and then the other with incredible force. It hurt so much but in a way, I kind of liked it. The punishment from my dad was pretty erotic. He spanked me more.

The next spank was sent a shock of numbness into my butt. It hurt so much I pushed my hips forward making my cock scrape my dad's legs. I then went back to the original position to receive the rest of my punishment. 

The next slap was the hardest of them all. I could tell he put extra effort into this one as his hands connected to my bare ass. The sting shot through me and I gasped at the pain. I clenched my teeth shut and I couldn't take anymore. I fell off of his lap and into the fetal position on the ground in from of him still with a hard on. 

I squinted my eyes to see him looking down on me with a slightly less red face. His hand was red so I knew my ass probably looked like a tomato. My hand went behind me to run it and it hurt to touch. I was hoping this punishment was over. My dad had other plans.

My dad looked over at my tv and saw the father shoot his load onto his son's face. It was horrible timing because when the son shot his load, my Dax's face was red again.

"Braden, get on your knees," he commanded. I did as he said and it hurt to get onto my knees. My ass was in so much pain I couldn't help but moan as I did my task. I looked up at him with sad eyes but I could tell he had no sympathy. 

That's when things took an unexpected turn. My father opened his legs and pulled down his shorts to mod thigh revealing well filled briefs. It was clearly hard.

"Now since you're sitting here watching gay porn, I'm gonna make you find out what being a bottom boy is really like," he explained as he touched his head.

"Yes sir," I said half scared and half excited. 

"And from now on you will call me daddy not sir," he added.

"Yes...daddy," I responded and he smiled.

"Now your mother hasn't been putting out lately so I've got a lot of cum built up in me. So you're going to help my empty it," my daddy explained to me as he lightly rubbed his cock through those tight briefs. I managed a nod.

"You understand. Good. Now give your daddy the best blowjob I've ever had," he ordered. And with that his dick was whipped out. It was long and thick. It had to be at least 10 inches long. And god was he thick. I don't know how I'd ever get it in my mouth.

I scooted closer and put my hands on his inner thighs. I then used my right hand to grab the base of his cock and point it at my face. I stared into his cut piece of meat. I opened my mouth and went in. First was his head. I had to be extra careful so my teeth didn't drag. I struggled with the first inch and my tongue slid all over his bulbous head. It tasted wonderful. I started to go deeper. I got two inches in before stopping again. I slid my tongue all over it and me more and more slide in. I had to breathe through my nose and remain calm as to not choke. It took a few minutes before my nose finally hit his pubes but it was worth it. I was licking and sucking every inch of it. It was so Lon that it went into my throat a bit. I was in heaven. My own father's penis was in my mouth!

I stopped sucking and licking and just let it sit there a moment. My daddy took this as an opportunity though. He slid out but then rammed right back in. I choked a bit at first From not being prepared but I became used to it. Soon enough he was face fucking me and hard at that. He grabbed my head and bounced up and down on his dick. I then readjusted my position to something mor comfortable. I got on my hands and knees to suck him. I popped my butt out too.

"Oh yeah, boy. Suck that cock!" He said fiercely.

My daddy then reached over my back and started to finger me. I knew then that he planned to fuck me with his monster. After a moment he put a second finger in. That's when the next unexpected move occurred.

His fingers went deep into my hole and he pulled up. His fingers hooked inside of me so he was holding me up by my asshole. I put my hands on the ground to keep balance. In one swift move, he swung me over onto my bed and laid there under me. His dick never left my mouth and now my hole hurt as well as my cheeks. I rested my body and he pushed my head away from his dick. Drool connected my mouth and his head and I looked up at him

"Hands and knees, Braden," he said as he stood up and stripped his shirt and dropped his shorts and underwear. I did as he said not from fear but from lust. I got on my hands and knees on my bed and popped my butt out and gave him a clear shot of my hole. 

He then spit in my hole and worked it in making it all nice and lubed up. I prepared myself for maximum pain because I knew it was huge and I knew I was tight. 

"No get ready to be fucked boy," my dad said sexually.

"Yes daddy," I replied seductively. I dropped my head and felt his head touch my skin. It was so intense.

He then began to push and he pushed hard. I didn't even think it was gonna fit. I was about to give up when the head slid in and he stopped. I felt how big it was an breathed heavily. He then resumed pushing. My daddy's throbbing cock was penetrating my tight ass!

It felt like I was being ripped open from the ass. The shaft was sliding it making squishing sounds from all the lube. It was so painful as he forced in the last few inches. He finally pressed against me and his balls pressed between our skin. I was moaning and breathing hard trying to get used to his huge cock.

"Oh you're so tight son," he moaned into my ear.

"I think you've just got a really big member daddy," I moaned back. He moaned at this and squeezed my red cheeks. 

His dick was filling every last space inside my hole and was stretching me beyond my limits but I didn't care. I just loved the pleasure he was giving me. Then, his massive penis began sliding out and just before he exited me, he slammed right back in. I gasped at the reentrance. He did a few more times before picking up a rhythm. He was going hard now. He pulled in an out and I could feel his shaft's skin rubbing against my asshole. The sound of clapping filled my room and I felt his balls swinging and slapping my skin too.

I was really having sex with my dad! I had only fantasized about this moment before. I felt him fucking me hard as my moans grew louder. The very cock that I was in a little over 18 Years ago was penetrating my anus. I felt so alive and I gained confidence.

"Oh daddy! Daddy! Fuck me harder! You're so big!" I yelled out. I heard him let out a hot breath of pleasure. He picked up the pace and went faster and wilder. I didn't know he could move so fast.

"Oh son... Son I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" He said right before he hit his orgasm. I felt him shoot ropes and ropes of hot liquid goo up into my ass. It was so warm and slimy. It felt amazing. He squeezed the rest out and I clenched my hole so I could milk any leftover juice out of him as he pulled out. I got the full load in me. I flipped onto my back and looked at him.

He was breathing hard and his cock was softening but was still pretty big. It was covered in his own man cream. I smiled and he noticed my boner. He reached over and jerked me off. I shot my load all over my chest and stomach.

"We'll I hope you learned your lesson," my father said as he grabbed his clothes.

"Yes daddy I did," I told him.

"Now get up and go take a shower before your mother gets home," he said and left my room.

I stood up and put my clothes in the dirty laundry basket and got some new ones. I then forgot about what I was filled with and relaxed. As soon as I did, my dad's cream spilled out of me. He wasn't kidding when he said he said he had a lot of cum. It slid down my legs and I hurried to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

My father and I were on our way to a much more intimate relationship.



Father & Son Incest Act. 01



This is a work of fiction and contains male on male sexual contents between characters which may come across as taboo. All characters are 18 and older. 

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A loud shatter woke a shocked but still sleepy Lucas from his sleep. The bright light of the morning blinded his eyes, he knew sleep wouldn't come back no matter how tired he was. He felt a bit annoyed for being rudely awoken during his precious summer holidays, the only opportunity he gets to sleep in. 

Lucas, lazily got out of bed and made his way outside to find his father cleaning up a huge mess of what seemed to be eggs, cereal, coffee, bread and a lot of broken china. His dad, Ian, soon became aware of his presence and swiftly made his way to his son and embraced him. 

"Happy birthday son! Sorry about the mess, I wanted to surprise you with some breakfast in bed," his father blurted out.

Any tiredness or laziness that was present on Lucas' face vanished as it kicked in to him. It was his birthday. He was eighteen, finally. His father cautiously guided him around the mess and toward the dinning room where he started to make Lucas an omelette.

"Son, you're finally legal, I'm sure you may wanna spend the day with your friends but if you don't mind, I would like to make up to you."

Lucas gave his father a puzzled look, not knowing what he meant. 

"What I meant was, I want to treat you to something special this evening, since I've ruined breakfast. I also happen to have a surprise in store for you, when the time is right, you will know."

Lucas was already in anxiety, "Dad, please, you have to tell me, you know I'm gonna keep on asking you. Please, as an extra birthday present?"

His dad laughed and gave in, "Okay, fine. But only cause it's your birthday. I am taking you camping tomorrow, to a spot I'm sure you will love."

Lucas watched his father turn around and start making another omelette, he couldn't help but admire his father who was now in his 40s, still healthy and fit. His dad didn't have full out muscles on his body, but you could tell he was in great shape for a man his age. Lucas eyes were mesmerized by the beauty of his father's body especially his father's beautiful ass. No, Lucas thought to himself, I can't check out my own dad, as he felt his penis erecting under his boxers. 

Just then, his father turned around and served him his breakfast, Lucas prayed his father would not see his erect penis which became obvious with every passing second. Lucas felt his forehead slowly start to sweat. Trying to keep from panicking or doing something stupid, he quickly sat at the end of the dining table.

Lucas quickly ate his meal and rushed to his room without another word. 

He lay on his bed as emotions rushed through him, confusion and fear escalated above all. In a feeble attempt to regain his posture and let go of his insecurities he tightly hugged a framed picture of his deceased mother at his chest as began to realize two things. One, he was certain that he was gay despite years of question and doubt, and two, as much as he wanted to deny it, he got turned on by his father. 

Lucas spent the rest of the day at the local park, contemplating on his life. He was 5'9", with short wavy brown hair. He was on school football team so he was really fit with muscles but not bulky. Although he was surprised by his earlier erection, it wasn't his first one towards his dad. Normally he would only semi erect, this was only when he was in question, but he had never gotten a full on erection like that before. 

His dad was like him but didn't have wavy hair like Lucas did instead had short hair that was spiked in a very sexy way. Lucas had previously had fantasies of his father but he never felt this much of a desire for his father. 

His father never had a girlfriend, neither did he ever bring a girl home. He even saw his father get an erection after seeing a men's magazine at a store. Maybe his dad was gay. Hell no, Lucas thought, his desire must be escalating so high that he wanted to picture the idea of his dad being homosexual.

Lucas, on the other hand, had experimented before. Like any other teen, all his one night stands started off at someone's party. When one drink escalated to total drunkenness, things were bound to happen. These things, included activities with girls and on very rare occasions, guys too.

A sudden vibration in his pocket awakened Lucas from his deep thought. It was nearly 6PM which meant that it was nearly time for his fathers treat. The calm breeze of the late afternoon blew through Lucas' hair as he slowly made his way back home. Contemplating on how the rest of the day would turn out, he sighed and hoped for the best.

* * * * *

The roaring engine stopped as the car reached 'The Bistro' a top end, pricey restaurant with great reviews (price wouldn't be a problem for the duo as Ian Terrance was the founder and CEO of the third largest software manufacture of the state). 

Although his dad had money pouring into his bank account, he made it his priority to make sure Lucas understood how blessed he was and how the value of money is something not everyone can truly appreciate with generosity 

Dinner was great for them, Ian ordered a very high quality wine for his son in celebration of his eighteenth birthday. 

"Son, I know that there has been something bothering you, now may not be the right time," Ian sighed "But please be open with me, you know I love you. I just don't want to see you anything but happy all the time, especially on your birthday. Can you promise me that?"

Ian spoke to his son as they waited for the bill. Lucas looked into his dads eyes. "Um, yeah Dad. Sure," he replied nervously, as his heart began to pound. Thankfully he was saved from further awkwardness by the waiter who interrupted the conversation when he brought the bill.

The night was cool and welcoming, the moon shone brightly as they were on their home. Mid-journey, Lucas nervously looked as his father and then went back to looking on the road ahead.

"Dad..."

"Yes, Luca." 'Luca' was his fathers special nickname for him. 

"You know how you want me to be more open .. Does it work the same way for you .. I mean .. Will you be open with me as well? On everything?"

His dad took in a deep breath. Venturing into a slightly deep thought for a few seconds before replying with certainty, "On everything Luca .. I promise."

Lucas looked out the window and decided to clear his mind, not telling anything about what he felt was excruciating on the inside. 

"Back at the bistro, when you said you knew something is up ... well you were right .. it's hard to explain and I want you to know that I will. But first, can you answer something for me?"

Lucas turned his head to look at his father, who nodded reluctantly as turned to face Lucas.

"Yes, go ahead. Ask away."

Lucas faced toward the road and bit his lip nervously, "Why did you never marry my mum?"

His father sighed, almost as if he was expecting this question for years now, "Luca, your mother was an amazing woman. I did love her, but that was not true love. I am not saying that I don't want you, I love you and you know how much I do. But your mother and I, it was just a .. a summer fling .. I was young, immature and to tell you the truth, heavily drunk. But that does not mean for one second that I don't want you. I love you Luca, so much. Always know that."

Lucas slowly inhaled, taking in what his dad said. He had more questions but he knew he had to be honest with his father. Although he hoped his father would have forgotten about his side of the promise, his hopes came crashing down as he heard his father, 

"Its now your turn Luca, tell me what's bothering you."

Lucas' legs started to shake slightly but nonetheless uncontrollably as he felt a pain in his insides. Everything started to move at a faster pace, his mind felt dizzy and his body felt as though it would soon become sick. 

"Dad I need to you stop the car while I tell you this. Please?'"

His father immediately pulled over into the empty car park of the local park, he stopped the engine and turned to face his son. Lucas' legs were still shaking in small but fast movements. He jumped a little when he felt his fathers palm on his thigh, trying to calm him down a notch. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes. He kept on looking forward, he didn't have the courage to look directly into his fathers hazel eyes. He fought back the tears and managed to pull himself together.

"I've been feeling things for a while now .. I just feel too insecure.. too scared .. to do anything about it .. I just," Lucas took a breath and continued "I really want to tell you this and I know that I am going to .. I .. I just didn't think I could because of .. of .. of what you might think of me. But regardless of what you think, I know that if I don't say this, I will be in more pain." Lucas felt as though his entire life was leading up to this moment, he felt blood rush through his veins as he said "..... I .. I'm gay."

Liberation. In the mere matter of seconds after his revelation, a sense of freedom was cast over him. A tear sudden ran down his cheek. A tear not of sorrow but of prosper, in a way.

With that being said Lucas felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders, all the pressure just vanished away instantly. Lucas knew he had to justify his statement, hopefully to get his father to understand, even if it's just a little bit.

"Dad, I'm gay ... I've been in question for a while now. But now I am certain. I am fine with being gay. But the thing that bothers me the most is that .. that I .. I love .. you, Dad .. I love you in ways I know is wrong ... I can't help it. I am so sorr-"

His father interrupted him before he could finish, "No, Luca, don't. Don't apologize. Thank you Luca for trusting me so much, I want to you to know I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me, it really does. Now I need to tell you something. I am sure you have had your suspicions. There is a reason why I have never had a girlfriend since you were born, even before that I didn't. I never felt a huge connection to women at all."

Lucas' eyes started to stop forming tears and now started to widen. 

"Yes, Luca. I'm gay too. I have been for a long time now. Only tonight have I found the courage to admit it, you gave me the strength."

Lucas felt relief, hope and acceptance by his fathers words. His father looked directly in his eyes.

His father continued, "Luca, I want you to know. I love you too. The same way. I have loved you this way for so long .. I love you .. son."

Lucas was speechless, his mind was blank, he couldn't even say a word. He felt his heart do cartwheels as he was pulled back to the reality of this world. He reached for his fathers hand and held it. His dad looked at him with such love, he pulled Lucas onto him and pressed his lips against Lucas'. They slowly kissed and smiled at each other longingly when they broke apart.

As soon as his dad locked the door of the house when they arrived home, Lucas jumped onto his father and wrapped his legs around his dads back while they passionately kissed. He felt his dads tongue enter his mouth and he responded by kissing back with lust and hunger. 

As his feet reached the floor, Lucas held his fathers hand and took him to the master bedroom, his fathers room. His dad pushed him against the room wall and French kissed him to verge of utter pleasure. He felt like he was in heaven as his father kissed his cheek, made his way to his neck where he kissed and started to suck the skin on his neck. Lucas waisted no time in removing his fathers tie and unbuttoning his fathers shirt, exposing his exquisite manly body which made Lucas drool in excitement. 

His father pulled Lucas' shirt off and then carried Lucas onto the bed where they had a very hot make out session. Lucas made sure to return his dads favor by placing a hickey on his dads neck before kissing his dads abs and making his way to his dads bulging manhood. He unfasten the belt and pulled his dads pants and briefs off in one go. Finally he was face to face with the organ that helped create him. 

After gazing at his dads goods in awe he finally gave a kiss to his dads beautiful erect penis which was a massive 10". Lucas never gave anyone a blow job before, so he wanted to make sure he did a reasonably good job. He started off at the head and sucked and licked it especially behind the sensitive spot, he could hear his dad occasionally moan in delight. He then deep throated the penis, fighting off his gag reflex for a while before coming up for a breath. 

"Luca, that was amazing .. I am going to cum soon, you sure you want it in your mouth?"

Lucas grinned and seductively replied, "I want every last drop down my throat."

He eagerly went back to sucking his fathers penis. Lucas knew his dad was seconds away from cuming when the moans began to get louder and much more intense, as he predicted streams of fluid were squirted down his throat as his father thrusted his penis into Lucas' mouth. 

His father pulled him onto the bed without warning, "You can't have all the fun, my beautiful Luca."

Lucas closed his eyes in complete pleasure as his dad gave him a blow job to die for, it was obvious that his father was not new to this. They way he work Lucas' 9" penis in his mouth was pure perfection. Lucas felt his orgasm coming and his father did too as he started to increase the speed of his sucks, as Lucas came he couldn't resist moaning as if tomorrow would never come. 

His father crawled on top of him and kissed him gently, Lucas wrapped his hands around his fathers neck and the kiss started to change rhythm. Gentle started to turn into lust and raunch. It was no longer a kiss, it was a steamy make out session with a lot of tongue. Lucas found it irresistible when he felt his dads tongue in his mouth and he enjoyed it himself when his tongue was down his dads throat. 

In between the kisses Lucas managed to speak, "Lets .. Let's do it, Dad .. I wanna do it." 

His father broke the kiss and looked into his sons young and driven eyes, "Are you sure Luca? I don't want to rush anything with you."

Lucas nodded and kissed his dad lightly.

"Alright Luca, but if it hurts you too badly, I wont continue. This is not to be rushed," with that being said, he got out some lube and a condom.

"Now son, you must always use condoms while having sex...," he then threw away the condom ".... except when it's between us. We go full out bareback. Okay?"

Lucas eagerly nodded and laid down on his back on the bed. His father winked at him and then began to devour into Lucas' tight virgin asshole. Lucas was riding a wave of ecstasy as he felt his dads tongue inside his body. His father felt the sphincter muscle loosen and wasted no time shoving a lube coated finger up his sons ass. He took the process slowly. Making sure his son was well adjusted before adding another finger and then in turn a third one whilst will one hand, covering his own massive dick with lube. 

Lucas was instructed to turn over on all fours, for which he excitedly complied. Slowly and carefully, his dad positioned his penis to the entrance of his sons anal passage. 

"Now Luca, remember to relax. Take deep breaths and relax. Tell me of it hurts."

Then he tried to push through, but Lucas' virgin ass tighten too much and he had to apply more lube to it. He then again attempted to do take away his sons virginity, slowly he felt the sphincter giving way. Lucas cringed in pain and let out a small yelp but encouraged his cautious father on. Slowly and steadily he felt the penis enter his body but the pain was excruciating for him. He felt as though his body were to be ripped in half mercilessly. The pain was too much, Lucas couldn't take it any longer and had to stop. He looked at his dad thinking he would see disappointment, only to see seduction in his fathers eyes.

"Don't worry son, it takes a few times to adjust. You'll get the hang of it soon. For now, let's not let your erection go to waste."

Lucas' reflexes were tested as he was tossed the lube. He clumsily spread excess lube all over his penis, being the amateur he was. His dad was already laying on his back while coating his own asshole with lube. Lucas quickly held his dads leg with one hand and with the other pushed his penis inside his dads sexy ass. His dad let out a slight groan as Lucas' penis entered his anus. Inch by inch his penis went deeper into his fathers body until his balls were touching his dads ass. 

"Alright son, that's my boy. I want you to pound me. Ram my ass. I need to feel your sperm inside my body, Luca. I want it so bad."

He didn't have to be asked a second time, Lucas at first took things slowly and got used to having his penis inside his own fathers delicious ass. He was feeling the moment, being lucky enough to have raw, hot sex with his own father. 

These thoughts only greatened his sex drive and in turn he began to increase his thrusts, penetrating his father harder and harder. His dad moaned as Lucas' thrusts became harder and went deeper. Lucas teased his fathers erect dick by lightly touching around the head before grabbing it and furiously shaking it while violently slamming into his father who showed no signs of pain but kept on moaning in pleasure.

Both men moaned as Lucas ejected hot streams of cum deep in his fathers ass and then followed by his father ejecting cum on himself, Lucas and on the bed. An out of breath Lucas slowly lay down on his fathers chest and stared longingly into his fathers eyes, who gently placed a kiss on Lucas. 

"That was amazing, son. I enjoyed that," Ian said before planting another kiss on his son.

"Dad, I can't wait for tomorrow. I know this camping trip's gonna be awesome."

His dad smiled in delight, managed a small laugh and said, "I love you, my Luca."

"I love you too, Dad. I want to be with you. Forever. No matter how corny that sounded."

Father and son couldn't help but laugh a bit. Lucas lay down on his fathers bed and fell into a deep slumber. His father kissed his forehead and lay down next to him with his hands cupping his son from behind. 

Ian Terrance knew what he was doing would be labelled as wrong and disgusting but in all honesty, he had no regrets. He had a sexual relationship with his son and it was the best thing that happen to him. The only thing he feared was that his son might find out about his past sexual life.

The things he had done for the rush, for the sake of it, he didn't want to horrify his son with his sexual history. For now, he looked forward to tomorrow. He was sure he would have the time of his life with his son on their camping trip and he had no doubt that they would intimate with each other very soon. 

He smiled as he looked down at his son sleeping next to him. He kissed Lucas' forehead again before placing a second hickey on his sons neck. He laughed to himself before drifting off to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED~~

This is my first ever adult story, I wrote and edited it myself. Therefore, I would appreciate the reviews. I'm sure there are a lot of area for improvement so please send in feedback. Be assured that my next stories will be better once I get the hang of adult story writing. :)

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed! 

By the way, expect the continuation around the last week of July!!



Father and Son Incest Ch. 02



It had been quite a while since my dad 'punished' me. I wasn't really expecting anything more from him. That was a truly awkward time for me. It's a secret I'll take to the grave.

Recently, my parents got divorced. My dad and mom always fought a lot so I assume that's why they did. It didn't really affect me too badly since I've always been closer to my dad. I knew I'd be going with him. I decided that I'd out college off for a little bit longer to stay with my dad. I wanted to be a good son and help out. Without me around, he might not be able to get by. Something I hope he would do for me.

Since the divorce, my dad seemed sadder, which wasn't really a surprise. I figured he'd be sad after some thing like that. Especially since his mom got to keep the house. Me and my dad were thrown out without any sympathy. Thankfully, my dad had a plan. We moved into a two bedroom apartment together. We both worked during the day so we saw each other at night. It was a nice way to get to spend more time with him.

That day he caught me jerking off though. It was a day that's forever branded in my mind. I think about it all the time. It just gets me so hard to think about what we did and how it felt. I never dreamed it would've happened but it did. And secretly, I kinda wanted it to happen again...

My father had worked as a construction worker when he was younger and kept up his athleticism. He was in very good shape for the age he was. His hair was dark black and his eyes are chocolate brown. It was a dream to live in an apartment with such a beautiful man. I thought about him all the time. He'd give me hard ons all the time too. I tried to hide them from him with success.

It was mid summer when the day came. The entire state was experiencing an extreme heat wave. It was terribly hot outside. The lows were in the hundreds. You could break a sweat just walking outside so we both stayed inside.

I was watching TV in my room when my air conditioner quit. It really made me mad because now it would too hot even inside. I eventually started to get thirsty so I walked into the kitchen which is connected to the living room. I grabbed a cup and turned the sink handle. But nothing came out. I wiggled the handle a little but nothing worked. I sighed in frustration. My father was watching TV on the couch.

"Dad, the water faucet isn't working," I informed him.

"The water's off on the whole block. We're not getting any water until four," he told me. 

"Four? That's still three hours away!" I complained. 

"Well there's nothing we can do about it," he said.

"Well I'm like almost dehydrated here," I said being a little dramatic.

"Don't be such a baby. I'm sure you're not that thirsty," he told me.

"I'm pretty thirsty. God, how do people survive in the desert?" I asked rhetorically. My dad turned around and faced me.

"You're really that desperate?" He asked. 

"Yeah! How'd they do it?" I said. 

"They drink their own piss. Are you gonna drink you're own pee?" My dad asked. 

"No..." I said.

"Is there anything else to drink?" He asked me making me realize I am out of luck. I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head. 

"No I guess not..." I said sighing giving up. My dad looked at me for a moment deep in thought. He then turned the TV off.

"Come sit down," he said. I did as he said and sat on the couch next to him.

"What?" I asked curious.

"I know something that you could drink," he said in a more serious tone.

"What? I already checked the fridge," I told him. 

"It's not in the fridge son," he said nodding his head towards his crotch.

"...I don't want to drink your piss dad," I told him slightly grossed out at the thought.

"Not piss. Try again," he said hinting to something else. That's when I realized it. He wanted me to drink his cum!

"Oh..." I said in disbelief. Could it be possible that this was really gonna happen again? I swallowed hard and looked at him for a minute to make sure he wasn't kidding.

"I'm not joking son. Since your mother and I divorced, I haven't gotten laid. I'm ready for nice fuck," he explained. It was a good enough reason for me!

I looked down at his crotch. I remember from last time how thick his 10 inch cock was. I remember taking it in the mouth and ass. It's been a while since that happened and now it was back again! I was excited.

"We'll go ahead," my dad said encouraging me. 

I held my breath and reached out. My hand hovered over his crotch for a moment before resting down on it. The only thing between me and my father's dick were underwear and jeans. 

I then unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. I noticed my dad laid his head back ready to enjoy himself. He lifted his hips and I pulled them down to his knees. He sat back down and I took in the sight. 

He was wearing a pair of red and blue briefs. They were filled quite nicely. His bulge was pretty big for obvious reasons and he had a nice ass too. It got me horny quickly. I smiled and got down onto the floor between his legs. I pulled my shirt off and pulled his jeans off of his legs. 

Then, I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled. They slid down slowly and his cock flopped out. It was an incredible sight. His 10 inch stick of manhood was waiting to be pleasures. Not to mention how thick it was. It would take a lot of effort to suck on it. He had the perfectly shaped balls too. They hung nicely and I pulled his underwear the rest of the way off. He took his shirt off himself. 

My father was sitting there completely naked in front of me. I was ready and my heart was racing. Then I remembered what he liked to be called.

"Ready daddy?" I asked in a sexy voice. He smiled at this.

"Of course son. Suck daddy's cock," he said with his eyes closed. 

I grabbed his semi erect penis and held it so it pointed at me. It was a little floppy but I could fix that. 

I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I took his head in first which was pretty simple. I licked all over his pink throbbing head, especially the sensitive part. I even licked his little hole at the end of his long tube.

I slowly worked my way deeper. I stopped again at about 2 inches. I started to twist my head around and slide my tongue on his shaft. His skin was so warm. I was enjoying giving him this blowjob. I went deeper and deeper. Eventually, I had half of the monster in my mouth suck on it. My tongue was sliding all over it and it was soaked with my spit. I heard my daddy moaning in pleasure. 

Without warning, he grabbed me by the hair and pushed. It was forcefully pushed deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little but kept it under control. I licked every bit of it and bobbed my head up and down. He guided me by pushing my head down and giving slack. He was in control of how fast I went. It was a lot to handle. I put my hands on his thighs and rubbed the inner part of them. I even played with his balls a little bit. 

"Get your daddy's nuts too boy," he ordered. I slowly let his dick slip out of my mouth. It was rock hard and slapped against his stomach when it popped out. I went down to his ball sack and began licking. They were so big compared to mine. I licked them all around and lifted them one at a time with my tongue. I then took one into my mouth and sucked gently. Then the other. I gently licked them in my mouth as to not hurt him.

When I was done with his nuts, I licked up and down the part of his shaft I couldn't get before. I made sure the whole thing was really wet. I was so horny at that point I thought I was gonna blow my load in my pants. 

"Alright, lets lube that ass of yours up," he said and I stood up. I turned around in front of him and he wasted no time pulling my pants and underwear down in one movement. I kicked then off and bent over.

He scooted to the edge of his seat and spread my cheeks apart. He then spit onto my hole and worked it around with his finger. Then, his finger went into me with one push. It didn't hurt to bad since I've had bigger things in there before.

"You like that boy?" He asked me.

"Yes daddy, I love it," I told him. He smiled and slapped my ass sexually. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck that little ass of yours," he told me and he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down. I felt his head poking my entrance. I held my breath because I knew he wouldn't ease it in.

In one go, he pulled me down forcefully. His thick member penetrated me and it hurt so bad but felt so good. I let out a yell and clenched my teeth. I let me sit there a moment before getting me to start going up and down. 

I go up and down faster and faster until I'm going as fast as I can in the position. He moans and I start to breathe very heavy. After a few minutes of this, he lifts me off of him. 

He stands up with me and then pushes me onto the couch where I'm on my knees and then drills my hole again with his massive dick. I moan louder and louder. He starts pounding harder and harder. I'm eventually being pushed into the couch and its moving a little bit back. I moan. 

"Take that dick son!" My dad tells me.

"Mmmm. It's so good daddy!" I moan to him. His member is tearing up my hole an I can feel his nice big balls slapping against me as he does.

The same cock that I came out of is fucking me. It was so hot! I moaned louder. After a few more minutes of this, he finally pulls out.

"Son, you're about to get your drink," he informed me. I smile and grab an empty cup off of the coffee table and hold it to the end of my daddy's cock.

He began furiously beating his meat. All 10 inches were getting touched. I got close to him and rubbed his inner thighs to help. 

Within no time at all, my daddy began cumming. He had a lot of it too. His white sticky man cream filled the cup up. The spurts were so much it filled to the top. I was amazed at how much jizz that was. 

"Now drink up," my father demanded. I took no time as I took a drink of the hot sticky sperm. I drank every last bit of it and it left a cum mustache behind. I smiled and showed the cum all inside my mouth. My daddy smiled.

"That was yummy," I told him.

"Where's my drink?" He asked me. I smiled and put the cup near the end of my dick. I jerked off the rest of the way to the sight of my daddy's soft yet still large dick. His manhood had just drilled my hole. That was all I needed. I started cumming. I shot ropes and ropes of sperm into the cup. It only filled up halfway though. Not as much as daddy's. 

He took the cup from me and downed my cum. He had a cum mustache too now. I stood up and smiled at him licking mine off. He did the same. 

"That was the best drink ever, daddy," I told him. He smiled and nodded in agreement. 

Since we lived alone together we say down on the couch and say really close still in full nude. Our dicks lay limp across our legs and our balls laid there too. It was so hot.

I couldn't wait for more.



Father and Son Moments



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

"I ran into Guy Leeson at the petrol station the other day, Jake."

"Did you, now?" he said with a suggestive smirk. He grabbed the remote control and turned the volume down on the football match we were watching on TV. My son didn't usually turn the TV down when I had something to say: if given the choice, he would probably turn it up.

"So were the two of you okay around each other?" he asked. "After... you know... what happened?"

"We managed not to start groping each other in front of the confectionary stands, if that's what you mean."

He smiled. "I actually meant if it was uncomfortable for you both... you know, kind of awkward?"

"Not at all," I replied, glancing over at the TV. It was times like these you miss the best goals. Seeing very little happening on the pitch, I turned back to him and explained, "We're both grown men. I guess we've both come to terms with it by now."

Jake kept smiling but raised his eyebrows in a look that made him look rather older than his eighteen years. A look that said he felt, from my recent behaviour, that I was still quite a long way from coming to terms with it.

He looked back over at the screen himself and then asked, "Did he say anything about what you'd done to him?"

"You mean, did he announce to the shop that I'd licked his bum?" I laughed. "No, Jake, he didn't. He managed to restrain himself."

Jake chuckled and took a swig from his coke.

"And anyway," I went on. "You say it like it was a one-way thing. As a matter of fact, he was a very willing accomplice. Very... er... enthusiastic, actually."

Jake nodded and smirked. "I'm sure he was. I mean, it's not every day that someone offers to put their mouth on your pooper."

I took a drink from my own glass of wine. It was a Muscadet: a good deal sharper than I usually like.

Then I said, "It wasn't something that I offered to do. It just happened, believe it or not."

Jake looked sceptical. In his shoes, I had to admit that I too would find it very difficult to believe.

"Anyway," I went on. "He suggested we go and see another match together. The four of us. Sometime in the New Year."

"Sounds cool," he nodded.

Then, after a few seconds had ticked by to give him time to digest the idea, he asked, "So... I'm guessing I'll be sharing with Simon again?"

I smiled. "That'd suit you, wouldn't it?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, of course. As long as it'd suit you guys...?"

I chuckled back. "I'd prefer it that way. Obviously. But if you'd rather bunk up with me and leave Simon with his dad, that'd be okay too."

Jake shrugged. "It'd more fun for me to share with Simon like last time. And, well... let's face it... it'd be more fun for you pair too. So I guess it makes sense."

I smiled across at him. "More fun for different reasons, of course."

Jake grinned at me. "Ooh I dunno, dad. Simon's got a really nice bum... really tasty!"

I threw him a look of disapproval. "Don't say that."

He chuckled. "Come on, dad. I'm only messing. There's no way I could ever do that. Not to Simon or anyone else."

"That's not the issue," I said. "I don't mind how you want to express yourself. I just don't like you making jokes about something that I enjoy... making it sound cheap and crude."

He nodded, still smiling. "Okay. Point taken."

He reached for the remote control and pointed it at the TV. But then, with his thumb poised over the volume button, he asked, "Do you think, when we stay over somewhere, you guys will... well...?"

I just stared at him, curious to hear what he was thinking of.

"I mean if you both get drunk enough," he went on. "Will you actually... you know... do the deed?"

"Do the deed?"

He giggled. "You know what I mean! Don't make me say it!"

I smiled. "Do what deed, Jake? I don't know what you mean!"

"Come on, dad!" he laughed. "You must have thought about it. You know, whether you'll... well..."

I threw him a look of innocent puzzlement. "Play cards together? Watch TV?"

He chuckled. "You know exactly what I mean! And you must have thought about whether you would. And, you know, which way round you'd want to do it..."

I held my smile but he could see from my hardness of my eyes that I wasn't going to rise to this line of questioning.

He shrugged and said, "Maybe we should watch the rest of the match?"

"Good idea, Jake."

Throwing me a half-apologetic smirk, he turned up volume on the TV and we found that we had, indeed, missed a very good goal.

===

If Jake had called my bluff and had said that he would indeed prefer to share a room with me, I'd have gone along with it and booked the two of us into a twin room. I wouldn't have wanted him to think I was desperate to hook up with Guy (although I was almost skittishly excited about the prospect) and I'd have hoped that, once we checked into the hotel, Guy might have been more persuasive about his preferred sleeping arrangements than I was prepared to be.

Jake and I had shared a room together countless times; not only when we'd gone off at weekends to watch various sports fixtures, but also on the rare occasions when we'd managed to escape somewhere sunny together to take a holiday.

My main problem with sharing with Jake -- just as it is with anyone I share a room with -- is trying to conceal the incessant demands which my errant biology places upon me. These range from the tricky issue of how to conceal the obscenely obvious tenting of my pyjama bottoms most mornings, to the far more embarrassing problem of my almost unremitting need for regular sexual release.

When Jake had been young, I'd managed to kill both birds with one stone by waking early when he was still sleeping and then quietly attending to my arousal in my bed alongside his. I spent many a first light in this most inelegant of states: trying to silently manipulate myself under the canopy of my duvet, grasping my balls to stop them slapping against my thighs and peering over at my son to make sure he was still sleeping. By the time he'd awoken, I'd usually managed to flush the evidence of my misconduct down the toilet and the front of my pyjamas were presentable save, perhaps, for the odd dribble of stray stickiness around the fly.

But as Jake had grown older, he'd become less of a sound sleeper. One morning, as my bed gently shook and I discharged squirt after squirt of my seed into a waiting tissue, I'd realised that he was awake and staring at me. Even as my erection was still disgorging itself beneath my bedding, Jake had asked sleepily what I was doing.

"Just scratching," I'd gasped, staring wide-eyed at him as my hand pumped up and down my manhood, coaxing the last few gobs of semen from its gaping slit. "Nearly got it... yeah... that's it..."

He'd stared at me more quizzically as I'd lain there panting, my bed now steady and my balls mercifully emptied.

"What's that smell?" he'd asked.

"What smell?" I'd quickly replied, recovering my breath.

"I dunno," he'd muttered. "A weird smell. Not very nice. I've never smelt it before."

It's the smell of the stuff that produced you, I'd thought as I'd slyly dabbed at a stray dribble oozing from my softening cock.

"It's just a smell men sometimes produce, Jake," I'd offered, tentatively.

"Oh right," he'd said. "Was that what the scratching was about?"

I'd considered my answer and then settled for a cop out. "Kind of."

At some point I'd tell him what he needed to know, but not just yet. For now, I would just have to make do with conducting my morning ablutions behind the closed door of the bathroom.

However, even concealing my erection from my son in the confines of a shared room could sometimes prove problematic. If he was awake when I arose and staggered towards the bathroom, he'd roar with laughter at the front of my pyjamas, sticking outwards so comically from the prominence of my over-generous hard-on.

The first time this happened, I'd tried to be mature about it and had walked over to Jake's bed to show him, behind the material of my pyjamas of course, that erections are a normal part of being a man. I'd explained that when men sleep their penises often become aroused and this made them grow hard and stand upwards. Jake hadn't really listened to me but instead had stared intently at the curious third leg his father had developed, marvelling at how flagrantly the thin cotton of my pyjama bottoms was being held upwards by a part of the body which must have always seemed so inconsequential on himself.

He asked me to turn to the side, which I did, and I smiled at him staring at the size of the tent I was making, entranced by how far outwards the mysterious organ I was concealing was making my stripy pyjama trousers protrude. I'd felt acutely embarrassed to be parading for my son how well-endowed my morning hard-on is, but I thought it best that he could appreciate that this was a natural state for a man to be in and for him to see, on his dad, one of the surprises that his own male body would one day present.

"Whoa!" he'd gasped, stifling his laughter. "That is, like, mega!" And I'd been pleased that he was far more relaxed about sexual matters than I had been at his age.

As I was telling him that he too would start to develop erections in time, and that his would probably grow to be just as large as mine, he'd surprised me by reaching forwards and grabbing at my organ through my pyjamas. He pulled it downwards and let it spring back up, calling out "Ba-doing!" and giggling wildly at how funny it looked. He did it again -- more roughly and yanking it further down -- before I could pull back, and then had collapsed on his bed, overcome with hilarity.

Stunned, I put my hands over the front of my pyjamas and waited for him to regain his composure. I didn't want to tell him off for what he'd done -- to make him think in any way that he'd touched a 'bad place' -- but he had to understand that it was not appropriate.

When he'd calmed down, I said, "Jake, you mustn't touch me down there. That's a very private place."

Apart from anything else, with the excited state I was in, just a couple more 'ba-doings' could very easily have caused something very embarrassing to happen. I didn't want to have to explain to my son why the front of my pyjamas had suddenly started seeping with glutinous white liquid.

Although he was still smirking, I could tell that my more serious tone had sobered him up enough for my message to get through.

"I was only joking... it was funny," he protested.

"I know. And I'm not having a go. You just shouldn't touch it like you did."

"Why?"

I didn't want to resort to, 'You'll understand when you're older,' but at the same time I didn't want to get into some long discussion. I was worried that I could end up burying the idea in his subconscious that it was wrong to touch all guys' penises -- after all he might turn out gay and having that in his head would really mess things up for him. But I wanted him to know that what he'd just done was not acceptable.

At length, I settled for, "I'm your dad, Jake. You shouldn't touch me there. In a few years' time, when your pyjama bottoms start doing the same thing, it'd be just as wrong for me to grab at your erection."

He shrugged. "I won't mind... you can 'ba-doing' me if you want to!"

I smiled, retreating to the bathroom. "Thanks for the offer, Jake. But I think it'll best if we both keep our hands to ourselves."

From then on, I tried my hardest to sneak around unobserved when I awoke to find myself aroused -- which was most mornings -- but occasionally a gale of guffaws from Jake's side of the room would let me know that I had not been successful.

After Jake had reached an age where his own pyjama bottoms were starting to tent outwards in the mornings -- a state which became overtly conspicuous with dramatic rapidity -- he began finding my own indiscretions far less amusing. I'd spent many years telling him not to be ashamed of his body and that puberty was something to be welcomed rather than condemned, and so he wasn't particularly embarrassed to get out of bed with his organ at full mast. 

Nevertheless I felt perhaps Jake was reaching an age where he needed more privacy and so I suggested to him that we might in future stay in separate rooms when we went away together. Jake surprised me, however, by speaking out -- quite strongly -- against this as he enjoyed the fun of staying over together and said it would be boring to stay in a room on his own. I decided, then, that it would be a shame to spoil his weekends away for the sake of my own probably overly-prudent sensitivities.

So we continued sharing rooms when we went away, the two of us clambering out of bed each morning and smirking over at each other at the state sleep had put us both in, as the front of Jake's pyjama bottoms became as stretched as mine were by the nightly punishments his newly awakened anatomy was inflicting upon them.

What happened next was, in retrospect, inevitable. So inevitable that I should really have foreseen its arrival and yet, basked in blissful oblivion, I sailed right into it unawares.

We'd had a talk at home some time back about what Jake could do to try and becalm a spate of nocturnal accidents which had stretched to breaking point my ability to keep up with the laundering of his pyjama bottoms. I'd offered him some advice about what he could do in bed last thing at night to help his nightwear last more than a single sleep, and almost immediately afterwards the issue had quickly dissipated.

Jake presumably discovered, when his wet dreams had started, the paternal source of the "smell men sometimes produce", as I had referred to it that early morning. Once he had taken up the hobby I had suggested for him, he must have also quickly realised what I had just done to myself in the hotel room to elicit such a recognisable odour.

Another boy might have been shocked to learn, after the event, that his father had masturbated in the bed next to him while he'd been sleeping and that I'd just brought myself to climax at the moment he had awoken. Jake, though, with his typical matter-of-fact outlook on life, saw it simply as an opportunity to follow my lead.

I first realised we had a problem when I was awoken early one morning in a Premier Inn near Villa Park by a gentle rhythmic thudding coming from within the room. I'd blearily assumed the noise to be the sound of the pipework heating up and had groped at myself through my pyjama fly, finding my organ throbbing with its usual early morning demands and my balls heavy and expectant for release. I'd pulled my erection out through my pyjama fly and had started fondling it when, glancing over from habit to check Jake was still asleep before taking up my own rhythm, I'd suddenly realised that the beating noise which had awoken me wasn't coming from the plumbing.

It's not every day one sees one's teenaged son masturbating, and the image of Jake lying in the bed next to me enrapt in his own self-gratification is not one I like to dwell on. Nevertheless, I found myself enthralled to watch him pleasuring himself; my rapt curiosity at observing him in such a state tempered, but far from overcome, by my feelings of self-reproach.

He'd kept his duvet over him and had bent his knees upwards to try and conceal what he was doing, but the nature of his activity was blatantly obvious, especially to one as practised as I was to trying to hide the self-same recreation from others' prying eyes.

His bed was gently rocking back and forth and his elbow was making a rhythmic thudding noise against his mattress, but Jake seemed blissfully unaware that his solitary pleasures were being so conspicuously announced. He was totally absorbed by the sensations of his hand sweeping up and down his penis; his eyes were tightly closed and his mouth slightly open, his lips forming a half-smile. His breathing was quickening and the rhythm of his wrist, as betrayed by the thumping of his elbow, was also growing steadily faster. A film of sweat was breaking out on his brow and his mouth opened a little, exhaling, as his hand worked his organ, a quiet "Aah!"

His free hand, I realised, was probably on his balls: he was likely groping them, or at least holding them steady, just like I do when I masturbate. I wondered what else he might like doing at such moments: would he sometimes hold off from climaxing, repeatedly bringing himself close and then easing off; or would he push his face beneath his bedding to appreciate the strong sexual odour from his genitals? I enjoy doing both of those during moments of self-stimulation and it fascinated me that my son might, through some intricate genetic connection, have exactly the same predilection.

I was still achingly hard, my throbbing manhood poking through my pyjama fly, and I became aware that I was gently squeezing myself as I watched my son's rhythm on his own equivalent gradually increase. I momentarily considered joining him -- the two of us masturbating together as if in some weird father-son ritual -- but I quickly disregarded the notion on the grounds it would throw up too many difficulties afterwards.

He was, by now, gently panting; the beating of his elbow now accelerating quickly as he pushed himself towards his climax. I could tell that his erection would have swollen to its full aroused size and I found myself wondering how thick and how long it would be. Would it be as large as mine had been at his age, or could some random combination of providential genes from his mother and me have made him even more well-endowed?

He seemed very adept at what he was doing: perhaps all boys are once they've taken up the habit. How long had he been masturbating? How long had it been since we'd had that talk? Months? Years?

A distinct click-click-click sound started up and I realised it was coming from Jake's foreskin being frantically jerked back and forth across his distended cock-head. Evidently, his erection remained on the dry side during sex, just like mine, and didn't produce a copious ooze of lubricant as I knew some men did.

Abruptly he straightened his legs in his bed and opened them wide, his feet splayed apart at either side of the mattress. Now unsupported by his knees, his duvet settled down onto his groin and his hand thudded loudly against it, each beat of it hammering on its underside like a drum and the pace of it still increasing. I could see from his face -- from the way he kept puckering his lips and licking them with his tongue -- that he was too far gone to care. Evidently he was on the home straight, oblivious that he was bringing his dad along for the ride.

If I'd been going to let him know I was awake, the time to have done so had now passed. I knew I was now committed to watching my son experience an orgasm in his bed just feet away from me; committed to seeing Jake -- my little Jakey who I'd brought up almost single-handedly -- masturbate his penis to climax. And beneath my own duvet, for some reason, I was gently squeezing the shaft of my erection and circling its throbbing head with my thumb.

Thumping loudly against his duvet, Jake's rhythm was becoming impossibly rapid: like a steam train's engine hammering faster and faster as it sped into open country. Did I really wank myself this quickly? On my son it sounded hyperactive, almost painful; his fist must be literally slamming up and down his shaft like an over-charged piston.

His neck arched back against his pillow, his face thrown backwards towards the headboard with his eyes squinting tightly shut and his forehead wet with sweat. His mouth gaped wide and his elbow was somehow able to speed up even faster as it pounded mechanically against the mattress.

"Aah!" he gasped again, through rapid breaths. "Aah!"




Father and Son Moments



And then his head fell forwards, his chin brought down almost onto his neck by the power of his orgasm.

His rhythm slowed, but didn't stop: his hand continued to milk his shaft and prologue the thrill of his climax as long as he could to maximise his release. Like me, perhaps like all men, he luxuriated in his self-induced orgasm, coaxing every last twinge of pleasure from his squirting organ by maintaining his rhythm for as long as he could sustain it.

When he did, eventually, stop, and was lying there with the sweat running in dribbles down his forehead, gradually recovering his breath, I was faced with the dilemma of what to do. Should I pretend to have slept through my son's masturbatory enjoyment, or should I come clean (as it were) and let him know that I had witnessed it?

As I lay wondering, the smell of his discharge hit me abruptly. His seminal odour was strong -- probably even sharper than my own -- and thickly laced with the acrid smack of his adolescent testosterone.

I decided I'd better speak up. I didn't want to have to endure repeat performances every time we shared a room.

"Couldn't you have done that in the bathroom, Jake?" I'd asked, my voice sounding harsh in the post-orgasm silence of the room.

His head swung round to face me, his eyes horrified. "I... er..."

"It's okay... it's just not really appropriate in a shared room."

For a few seconds he'd stared at me, aghast. When he'd recovered his bearings he snapped, defensively, "You do it sometimes!"

"What?"

"Yeah. All that stuff about scratching yourself... and then the same smell afterwards. It's just the same as me doing it."

I sat up and faced him, keeping my own erection out of sight beneath my covers.

"Fair enough -- so I won't do it either. I just did it when you were too young to know about stuff like that and when I thought you were asleep."

"Yeah, well I thought you were still asleep," he countered. His voice was hoarse from his just waking up. "How was I supposed to know you were perving on me?"

I smiled. "I wasn't. I just... well... you were making a bit of noise. It woke me up."

"You should have said something. Made me stop."

I nodded. "Well, maybe I should have. But... you know..." (how could I admit that I'd found it deeply captivating to watch my own son masturbating without confirming to him that I'd been 'perving' on him, as he'd put it?) "By the time I woke up, you seemed... kind of... into it. It would have seemed inconsiderate to have interrupted."

He threw me a look. Part-quizzical, part-indignant.

"You still should have let me know you were awake," he insisted. "It's not something I really wanted you to see."

I shrugged. "Fine. So do it in the bathroom in the future, and I will too. Okay?"

He nodded and then threw me a small smile. Looking down beneath his sheets he said, "D'you wanna pass me some tissue? Quite a lot, actually."

I smiled back and then got out of my bed on the far side so that my back was turned towards him. I didn't want to add to his discomfort by letting him see how tented the front of my pyjamas were. It might freak him out; make him think that watching him pleasuring himself had aroused me. I had, of course, awoken with an erection. The sight of Jake in the throes of his own self-indulgence hadn't contributed to it at all. Had it?

Stumbling into the bathroom, I called out, "It's good practice to have some at the ready. It's a habit you get into."

"You mean, I'm going to be doing this for years? Until I'm old? Like your age, even?"

I smiled, obscuring the front of my pyjamas with the bathroom door. Throwing him a thick wad of tissue I replied, "Even older than that Jake, in all probability."

I closed the door to give him the privacy to clean himself up and switched on the shower to conceal the noise of what I was desperate to do to my own straining organ. Attending to myself over the toilet bowl, I felt compelled to try and match Jake's speed; jerking my shaft with the same impatient rhythm that he had employed on himself. Being unfamiliar with the technique, my wrist made frantic clapping sounds against my thigh which sounded loud and blatantly masturbatory even over the noise of the shower. I thought it likely that Jake would be able to hear his father behind the bathroom door following in his footsteps (or should that be handslaps) but I was too titillated by adopting the same masturbatory rhythm on my cock as Jake had on his to be able to curb my enthusiasm. Nevertheless, after I'd finished off and the copious outpouring of my seed was flushed away, the soreness of my foreskin and the ache in my forearm dictated that I'd probably leave such adolescent excesses to him in future.

From then on, Jake and I kept our sexual habits largely private when we had to share together, save for occasionally getting unintended eyefuls of each other's morning glories inside our pyjamas (or in Jake's case his underwear, once he'd grown out of wearing pyjamas for bed) when we happened to wake up together. Our masturbatory needs were consigned to the bathroom; while we never spoke again of what we both needed to do, we were both fully aware that we were doing it. In my case, such necessary activities were always disguised behind the sound of running water; my sense of modesty being significantly greater than my concern for the environment. Jake showed no such qualms and got on with what he needed to do without any concern that his father might overhear. The fact there was only a wooden door between the two of us to absorb the sounds of his early morning duties seemed largely immaterial to my son: he'd attend to his ministrations with the same abandon as he'd show when using the toilet, and a for a good few minutes I'd have to pretend I couldn't hear the unseemly and sometimes bewildering commotion of noises he would happily make in there.

===

Just before bed, while I was brushing my teeth and Jake was taking a pee, he asked me when we would be going away to watch another match.

"I don't know," I admitted, through a mouthful of foam. Then, after spitting into the sink and rinsing my mouth, I added, "I don't think Guy had a specific match in mind. He just said sometime in the New Year."

"You'll want to go sooner rather than later though," he suggested with a grin.

"I don't really mind when we go, Jake. Obviously you're quite keen, though."

He shook himself and tucked himself away. "Only for your sake. It might help you decide that maybe this isn't for you after all."

"What isn't for me?" I asked in surprise, walking over to the towel rail to dry my mouth.

He reached for his toothbrush. "This whole 'butt monkey' thing. Doing stuff with other guys."

I smiled towards him through the mirror. He was putting toothpaste onto his brush.

"Do you think it's a phase I'm going through?"

He glanced over at me and smiled back. "Maybe."

He put the brush in his mouth and switched it on.

"Jake, I'm not thirteen," I said. "I think my days of going through pubescent phases are long over."

He switched off his brush and spat a mouthful of foam into the sink. "I don't mean like that," he said. "I just mean maybe it's some kind of weird obsession you've developed... after looking at all that stuff on the internet. Maybe when you're faced with the reality of... well... being sexual with another guy... going the whole way with him... letting him... you know... well, maybe then you'll realise that it isn't for you."

His speech complete, he reinserted his brush and got on cleaning his teeth.

I was taken aback that he would think like this. Admittedly, and thankfully, he didn't know the vast majority of what I'd done with other men during the past few months, but I was still surprised that he might regard me as immature enough to need to 'go the whole way' with another guy to know whether interested in him sexually.

I put the towel back on the rail.

"Well, I guess I'll soon find out," I remarked. "It's the office Christmas party on Friday night."

He looked over at me and I saw his memory cogs turn a few times before his eyes widened slightly when the penny eventually dropped. After spitting into the sink again, he said, "I'd forgotten about that. I'm staying over at mum's, aren't I?"

"You are indeed."

He smiled at me and said, "Maybe that'll be night that you figure out whether all this is for you. Maybe that'll be the night that things will... well..."

"Slot into place?"

He guffawed. "Well if anything does, one way or the other, that'll kind of settle it for you!" 

I chuckled back at him.

Then I asked, more seriously, "Does all this bother you, Jake? That I'm getting interested in other guys..."

He rinsed his mouth and spat again. "No, not at all. As long as it's right for you. That's my only worry."

I patted him on the shoulder. "Well, don't worry. You've enough to think about with your exams approaching and university next year. All this stuff with me... well... it'll sort itself out one way or another."

He nodded and said, for some reason with a thick Yorkshire accent, "Aye, 'appen."

I smiled at him again. He was being silly to mask his concern.

"Goodnight, Jake."

"'Night, dad."

I left him to scrutinise his skin in the mirror and dab antiseptic lotion onto the spots he imagined he had, and crossed the landing to go to bed.

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Next story: Roadside Assistance

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Father & Son, Mother & Daughter



As the romance blossoms, the sex ignites. This story is much longer than my previous stories. You will get a little taste of sex early on and as the love story continues to build and the relationships develop your patience will be rewarded. 

*

Joshua Stern rode up the elevator to the 10th floor of the office building located at 475 Madison Avenue in New York City. He was meeting his dad Rich who is the CEO of JJ Promotions to discuss their upcoming vacation to Key West. Rich was very low key, so much so, that his name did not appear on any of the company web sites or social media outlets. He liked it that way. It enabled him to do business without telling people what his business was. 

Joshua just finished his medical training and is working as a cardiologist at one of New York City's teaching hospitals. Ever since his mom passed away from a congenital heart condition while he was in high he decided to pursue a career in medicine, specifically in Cardiology. And while his dad had expressed the desire for Joshua to work in the family business, his dad was just as proud as his son was on his way to a great career in medicine. His sister, the other J in the JJ Promotions Company, was Jessica. Jessica Block was the President of the company her parents founded some twenty-five ago. Jessica was the face of the company. While Jessica was three years older than Joshua they were the best of friends. Jessica's husband, Mark was the CFO.

Every year Rich took the kids away for a family vacation. Last year it was skiing in Utah, this year the kids wanted to go some place warm. Unfortunately, Jessica was tied up with a very important client and would not be able to join her brother or dad this time. So it was only going to be Joshua and his dad on the April vacation this year. Rich promised his daughter that they would find time to get away during the summer. Jessica did not give this a second thought.

As Joshua got off the elevator on the 10th floor of the office building owned by his dad, his dad's administrative assistant, Holly Sanders, met him. Holly had been with his dad ever since he founded the company. Holly also happened to be the women with whom he spent many an evening, while in college and through medical school, fucking at either her apartment or his. Holly was a single, fun loving woman who only recently found the love of her life. She met her soul mate Jonathan at a business meeting a few years ago and finally, after years of remaining single, surprised everyone by tying the knot a few years ago. Everyone in the office was happy for Holly.

A striking redheaded woman with a curvaceous figure, Joshua knew Holly from the time she started working for his dad and all through puberty developed a secret crush on her. What was not to like. The stunning red head turned heads wherever she went, especially when she sat in on business meetings involving his dad and potential business partners. She never went over the line with business associates but Joshua did not, at the time, know that Holly had a preference for robbing the cradle and set Joshua in her sights. And while her boss was off limits, Joshua was another story. She decided it would be better to wait until Joshua was in college.

As he approached Holly he remembered their first day fucking as if it were yesterday. It was after the annual company holiday party during his winter break from NYU. While Joshua had a choice of colleges to attend, he wanted to stay close to his dad and sister, especially with his mom no longer around. Holly asked Joshua to walk her home from the party and at his dad's instance, did so. After walking her home, she asked him to come into the apartment under the false pretenses that she needed someone to take a look at a leaky faucet. Joshua was holding a flashlight, looking into the kitchen sink's cabinet looking for the leak.

"Holly, I can't see any problem here! Holly, he called again," but did not get a response. He pulled himself up from the floor only to be startled by the fact that Holly was standing in front of him, totally naked. 

"Are you ready for your holiday present yet," Holly said as she posed with her hands on her hips, large tits, with nipples hard thrust out and with a flaming bush the same color of the hair on her head. Not bad for a women in her forties. 

"I must admit, that you have been the object of my fantasies for a few years now." 

The one thing Joshua never lacked was self-confidence, especially with women. He was a sturdy 6'2" and solidly built and very good looking. He never had problems with meeting women as they usually went out of their way trying to be with him.

"Well, do you want to act on those fantasies or just continue to stare at me?" 

Joshua moved closer to her and pinned her arms behind her, holding her wrists together with one hand. He gradually moved his other hand over her tits, teasing her nipples and took his time moving down until his hand was over her thick pelted bush. He brushed his fingers across the coarse hair until he pried her legs apart. Gradually he moved his finger in and around the opening of what was now a very wet cunt. He began to finger fuck her slowly, ever so slowly.

"Oh my, that feels so fucking good."

Holly started to undulate her hips to gain maximum effect of the probing fingers. Joshua moved his fingers from her cunt to the clit that just began to peek out of that dense forest of hair. While he began to tease her, causing more and more animalistic sounds to emit from Holly's mouth, he decided that he had to taste this hairy cunt.

Joshua kneeled on the floor and separated Holly's legs so that they were straddling his shoulders. He took the tip of his tongue and started to move it up and down her moist slit, only touching the clit infrequently. Every time his tongue found Holly's throbbing clit, she shuttered and continued to hump her cunt against Joshua's face.

"More, more don't stop." And just as suddenly, her legs felt weak as she experienced a might orgasm. "Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, Yes, coming, coming" as she grabbed his shoulders for support.

Just as her orgasm began to subside, Joshua turned her around, bent her at the waist and kept he in that position as he unfastened his pants, letting them and his underwear fall to the floor. His cock was so very hard. And with one quick thrust, he shoved the 7' spear into the hairy snatch he had just eaten.

"Oh............., so big, so fucking big. Now fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh................"

Joshua had started having sex when he was a young kid, having lost his virginity to his nanny when he turned eighteen. The nanny taught him how to please a lady and he was an expert in doing so, even as a young man.

Joshua, began slowly, but then picked up the pace as he raced to provide Holly with a second orgasm as his cock was ready to shoot.

"Coming again, so fucking good. Harder, coming again."

"Me too."

"Come in my cunt, in my cunt. Want to feel you. Oh, I feel your cock getting bigger."

Both of them came with a loud cry, with Joshua spilling his seed into Holly's cunt and onto her bush. Holly held onto the sofa and Joshua held onto Holly as they began to come down off of the instant fuck.

A few minutes later they moved apart, panting heavily.

"The reality was much better than the fantasy," Joshua laughed.

"I've never been so thoroughly fucked," Holly said while continuing to stare at Joshua's deflated cock. "Even like this," she pointed to his flaccid cock, "you are huge." 

They spent the rest of that night fucking and sucking each other into many orgasms. Joshua loved her hairy pussy, especially when she rode him in a reverse cowboy as her image was reflected into the mirror on the ceiling, over her bed. He loved the way her bush spread out over her entire mons. While she kept her bush trimmed on the sides, she never bothered to thin it out as the hair spread from the top of her pubis, in an inverted "vee" toward her rear end. 

They continued to share a bed from time to time as Joshua moved through college and medical school. Their relationship was based on the passion of sex. There was many a night when all Holly wanted to do was suck his cock and have him cum on her bush. The sex was spontaneous and passionate. Nothing more and both understood and accepted those conditions.

Joshua was jolted back to the present, when Holly yelled to him, "Joshua, Well hello!"

Joshua blinked and said, "Sorry, I was day dreaming." He walked over to Holly and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "How have you been?" 

It had been a few months since Joshua had been to the office as he had been busy with his work in the hospital. Joshua and Holly continued to make small talk, with Joshua asking how her husband was doing and making sure he complimented her on how she looked. The passion in both of their eyes was present, it would never go away, but both knew that they would no longer act on it, as Joshua was happy that Holly had found someone to love.

He had come to the office to finalize the last minute plans for their trip to Key West that was starting tomorrow. 

"Your dad will be with you in a few minutes. He is going over some last minute items with Jackson," Holly remarked.

Jackson Freed was the head of the HR department. They had an opening for a Director of Events Planning and they wanted to fill the position sooner rather than later. They had a number of projects in the works but needed someone to take them from the planning to the implementation stage. The previous Director had left the company to return to the west coast to go into his family's wine producing business.

In a few minutes Jackson walked out of his dad's office, stopping to say hello to Joshua. They too, caught up on Joshua's work. 

"Good to see you again Joshua. You know, and this is something that you probably already know, that your dad thinks the world of you and could not be happier with you becoming a Cardiologist."

Joshua had met Jackson when he came on board a few years ago and always thought very highly of him. When there was an opening for a key position within the company, Jackson seemed to work magic finding the right person to fit in with the culture of the organization and with the right qualifications.

"Thanks Jack. How's the family doing?"

"Doing very well. Fred is about to become the number one pitcher on his high school team and Betty is playing on the varsity soccer team as a freshman. Abby is also doing well." Abby was his wife who was our family dentist. 

"That's great. Remember I want tickets to the games when he starts pitching for the Yankees!"

"You are on the list," Jackson laughed. "You and every other friend and relative I know."

Just then, Joshua's dad walked out of his office.

"Jackson, remember three resumes max, so I can review them on the plane."

"You'll have them by 3 pm."

Rich walked over to his son and embraced him. "Come let's go to lunch."

"Holly, I have nothing scheduled on my calendar. You can reach me on the cell if necessary. See you in a few hours. You want me to bring you anything?"

Holly nodded and said, "Nothing for me. Have fun."

"It was good seeing you again," Holly said to Joshua.

Joshua turned and smiled at her. Holly smiled back. 

Over lunch the two of them discussed their trip that was going to begin with a flight to Key West via Miami the next day.

"It will be good getting back down to the Keys again," Rich said. "I need to spend more time down there. It is really a great place to eat and relax."

It had been two years since Rich and his kids were in the Keys. They had always liked the low-key, total uninhibited ways of Key West. From the lifestyle to the restaurants, Key West offered all that was needed to clear the heads of both Rich and his son. They were both working very hard and needed some down time. They were going to rent a house, but the one they had selected became "unavailable" at the last minute. Rich had called in some favors and was able to get a suite at the Westin Hotel, just off Duval Street. 

On the plane flight Rich took the time to review four, not three resumes that Jackson had prepared for him. The Director of Events Planning was a position of great importance to the company. The company specialized in handling public relations for many public figures including the top athletes in the New York City area, politicians and celebrities. The other part of the business centered on the special events these people championed. The Director had to deal with the celebrities, their agents and their egos and put together successful programs. 

Joshua looked over at what his dad was reading and noticed that there were no names on any of the resumes. His dad seemed to read his sons' mind. 

"I deliberately leave the names off the resumes so I am not prejudiced by anything except by their experience and performance when I evaluate their qualifications. That way, I make the decision solely based on that."

"That makes sense. You get the best person and it saves you time."

They arrived in Key West in mid-afternoon. The late spring weather was perfect. With temperatures in the high 70's, there were no clouds in the sky. Perfect.

The concierge at the Westin showed them to the largest suite available. Complete with a small kitchen and three bedrooms it was better than the house they had originally rented. Plus the fact that there was a pool on the premises made it an ideal spot to chill out.

They settled in and headed for the pool. Later that afternoon they started to discuss plans for the evening.

"Dad, if you don't mind, I'm going to head to the Green Parrot Bar for a beer and some wings." I know you are meeting one of your golf friends for dinner at Louie's Backyard and don't want a long drawn out night. I'll see Bob another night."

"No problem. I'll catch up with you later, if it's not too late. Enjoy and be careful." They headed in different directions as Joshua had a short walk to the bar and his dad took a cab to the restaurant. With parking at a premium in downtown Key West, it was easier to either walk or take a taxi. When he arrived at the restaurant his cell phone went off.

"No, I understand. Don't worry we'll catch up another time." It was his friend Bob. He had become ill that afternoon and would not be able to join him for dinner. 

As he entered the restaurant he began to move to the Maitre D who was having a lively conversation with a striking dark haired woman. "My friend was to meet me here and she had set up a reservation for the two of us. She left a message for me that I just received telling me that her flight was delayed and she may not make it for dinner.

After the woman gave the Maitre D her friend's name, he excused himself to check on the reservation book.

"I did see a reservation under your friend's name, but she called to cancel a few hours ago when she told me that her plane was delayed. I gave the reservation to a couple on our waiting list."

"You mean to tell me that there is no table for me?" The woman was angry with her friend for not telling her the reservation was canceled and she was angry with the Maitre D for treating her with indifference.

"I'm truly sorry, but we are completely filled up for tonight. Perhaps next week. Or you can sit at the bar."

"I'm only here for the week. Next week won't work," she screamed back at the Maitre D. The woman did not like the idea of sitting at the bar by herself, but if that was her only option she may reconsider. She contemplated the decision she had to make.

"Excuse me for a second," the Maitre D said to the woman as he noticed Rich. He greeted me like a long, lost friend that I was as I always come to Louie's for dinner at least once or twice while I am in town. 

"She is quite animated," Rich said.

"Her friend screwed things up," as the Maitre D, explained the situation to Rich.

"I may be able to help you so this doesn't turn into a scene."

"Be my guest."

"Excuse me," Rich said as he turned to the woman standing no more than six feet from him. I heard your dilemma and let me tell you that if you don't have dinner here you will be missing out on one of the best dining experiences anywhere. The menu at the bar is the same as they serve at the tables. Granted, the atmosphere is not as good. The tables look over the gulf and ocean and at the bar you are only looking at the bartender."

As she pointed to the Maitre D, "I know that. That's why I am pleading with the man over there to find a table for me."

"There are no tables available, but I may have a solution for you. You see I was to meet up with a friend of mine for dinner, but he took ill, so I am by myself for dinner with a table reserved for two. If you want, you are more than welcome to join me for dinner."

She looked at Rich skeptically. 

"I'm not going to bite. The owners can vouch for me. I come here whenever I am in town."

"Rachel Evans" she said as she extended her right hand. 

"Rich Stern. Pleased to meet you."

They were lead to an outdoor table, overlooking the water.

"The view is fantastic," Rachel remarked as she looked over the vast expanse of the water in front of her. 

Rich was smitten by this dark haired, middle-aged beauty. "It is from my spot as well."

He was looking not at the water but at Rachel. He had not only noticed her beauty the minute she appeared in the restaurant, but her sparkling green eyes made her even more beautiful. Wearing a tight fitting, summer dress, bringing notice to her full chest, she wore a few simple gold bracelets on her wrists and tasteful high heels. 

Rachel, slightly embarrassed, turned a lovely shade of pink. She nodded in his direction.

Menus were delivered.

"What do you recommend?"

"Any fish on the menu is great."

The waiter came by and Rich ordered for both of them. He chose a great Chardonnay to compliment the dinner. 

The small talk came slowly. 

Rich told her that he was down for a little R & R with his son, hoping to do nothing more than sit by the pool, read a book or two and enjoy the fine dining and nightlife in Key West.

"Your wife doesn't mind you going to dinner with a strange woman?" She had glanced and nodded at his wedding band on his left hand. 

He noticed her looking and said, "my wife died a few years ago, cardiac problems. I haven't been able to remove it just yet."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be. My two kids give me great joy. And you, out on the town without your husband?" He noticed and nodded at the diamond wedding band on her finger.

"Touché! Divorced for 10 years. It's easier to keep the ring on then to fend off unwanted advances, if you know what I mean."

"Kids," Rich asked. 

"One great daughter who is finishing her medical residency in Ohio, where we come from. Applying for a few fellowship programs all over the place. She will find out in a days where she will continue her training. With her schedule it was difficult to plan a vacation. This trip was planned at the last minute.

"I take it she decided not to join you tonight?"

"She had never been to Key West and did not want to join me and my friend for dinner. She just wanted to walk Duval Street and grab a beer and some bar food."

"My son said the same thing. He is running around on Duval as well."

As her mom was enjoying dinner with a new friend, her daughter Emma was just entering the Green Parrott Bar. Dressed in a tank top that seemed painted onto her skin, Emma was blessed, like her mother, with an ample set of tits. The tank top did little to hide the impressive cleavage accentuated by the bra she was wearing. That along with a very short skirt and sandals, with just a touch of make-up, made Emma look stunning. Her hair in a ponytail framed her sky blue eyes. Heads usually turned when Emma walked into a room. Coming into the Green Parrott was no exception. However, she knew she was attractive and was able to handle unwarranted situations that came up on occasions whenever she went out to dinner by herself. 




Father & Son, Mother & Daughter



Looking around she found an empty seat by the bar and parked herself between a bunch of men on her left and a man, who was facing away from her, who seemed to be sitting alone on her right. 

"What can I bring you?" the bartender asked.

"What's local?"

"Key West Sunset Ale."

"Bring me a bottle, leave the glass."

As the beer arrived, the bunch of men, varying in age from the mid-30's to one or two looking at 50. on her left, started staring at her and as one of them was about to say something to her, the men got jostled causing two of them to bump into Emma.

Trying to be polite, one of them, one of the 30-year-old men, offered Emma an apology.

"Sorry about that."

"No problem, just take it easy."

"Let me buy you that beer for the trouble I've caused."

"No that's okay" Emma said as she turned away from the guy.

Not taking no for an answer, the guy pursued his approach.

"Come on, it was my fault and I need to make it up to you."

"I said it was okay, no need for you to do that" as Emma, once again, turned away.

The man decided to take it one step further and placed his hand on her arm in an attempt to turn her around. The man to the right of Emma, after hearing the original commotion, turned around to only to see what was going on. When the man placed his arm on the Emma, whose face expressed genuine concern, the man grabbed and turned the wrist of the bothersome drunk with such strength that the man immediately released his grip and with a slight shove from the good Samaritan, fell on his ass where he once stood.

The man's friends starting coaxing their friend not to let the good Samaritan get away with pushing him around. With enough alcohol, anything can happen. And in this case it did.

As Emma was about to thank the good Samaritan for helping her, the bothersome man got to his feet and was about to throw a punch at the good Samaritan when he collapsed on the spot.

Emma saw this and immediately, assessed the situation seeing that this man was having a heart attack. She yelled t the good Samaritan, " I'm a doctor, clear out the stools" and to the fallen man's friends, "Give me some space!"

The good Samaritan asked, "Is there anything I can do?" 

"Just get him flat and I'll handle the CPR. Someone needs to call 911."

Emma worked on him for a few minutes, finally getting a pulse just as the rescue squad appeared.

"You did a good job, getting him back. For my records, who are you?"

"Dr. Emma Evans."

"Pretty young to be a doctor?"

"Just about to finish my residency. Waiting to hear on my Fellowship."

'The man's friends came up and not only apologized for their friend's actions but thanked her for saving his life."

"You are welcome. I need a drink." 

The people in the bar applauded.

She turned to go back to the bar and just realized that the good Samaritan was staring at her.

"Nicely done, Dr. Emma Evans"

"I had good training."

The bartender leaned in and said, "Drinks and dinner for you and your friend are on the house. What can I get you?

"Bring us a menu and as for me I need a shot of tequila. Care to join me?" she asked the man whose name she still did not know. He stuck out his hand, "Joshua Stern. And I will join you but I prefer the MacCallan, 25 if you have it. Neat."

The bartender brought the liquor and Joshua offered a toast, " To the next great doctor."

They clicked glasses and they appear to have clicked spiritually as well. They ordered dinner and started talking.

"You first," Joshua asked. "I know you are a doctor but how did you wind up in Key West?"

I'm with my mom. Mom is divorced and it's been difficult getting away from my hospital obligations. I had a few vacation days coming to me and rather than spend it in cold Ohio, we decided to come her. It was a last minute decision. It's our first time in the Keys. Plus, I thought this would be a great place to celebrate when I find out where I will be doing my Fellowship. I'll get my answer in a few days."

"What specialty?"

"Cardiology."

"Where did you apply?"

"All over the county, but I would prefer going to New York City."

A small, undetectable smile crossed Joshua's face.

"Didn't want to have dinner with mom?"

"Not tonight as she was meeting a friend from back home for dinner. The friend was only going to be here today, and beside, I wanted to get a handle on the local culture."

"I think you got more than you bargained for?"

"You think!"

Both laughed and laughed until their typical bar food was brought to them. They did not realize just how famished they were as they dug into the spicy wings. 

"You turn" Emma said as she licked the sauce from her fingers.

Joshua thought for a second. This young lady was beautiful and he decided he wanted to spend more time with her, but he did not want to reveal too much at this time. 

"I came down with my dad for a week of R & R. From New York City my dad owns a business and we usually get together with my older sister and take a family vacation at least twice a year. My sister had business obligations and she could not make it, so it's just my dad and me."

"Mom?"

"Passed away a few years ago. Heart condition."

"Sorry."

"Thanks."

"No dinner with dad tonight? Emma said with a laugh in her voice"

"Dad was having a business dinner with a potential customer and the last thing I wanted was to be part of that conversation. Not my area of expertise. Beside, I wanted to get a feel for the local culture."

With that they clicked their glasses and continued eating.

Emma became smitten with Joshua, not when he interceded with the drunken man, but over the past few minutes. She thought that her was a guy who was easy to talk to, to laugh with and who enjoyed wings. What could be more important? Emma thought that he worked for his dad as the discussion about his dad's business continued. 

Emma too did not want to reveal too much. Her out of work mom would hope to find something in the city where she would do her Fellowship, but that decision would come soon enough.

Some two miles away, Rachel and Rich were enjoying an after dinner cordial. Throughout the entire dinner he could not take his eyes off of this raven-haired woman. He had found her confident in her ways with a great sense of humor. During the dinner they both revealed few specific things about themselves and/or their lives. 

Rachel found out that Rich was a lawyer. Technically, he had passed the bar, but never practiced law. Instead, he started his business. She knew that he had a son, but she assumed he was working with his father.

Rich did not find out that Rachel was out of a job, but was told she was a successful businesswoman. When he tried to pursue what type of business she told him "I'm a business consultant with a few different and varied list of clients." He did not pursue this.

As the Maitre D appeared to present the check, Rachel said, "Let me split that with you?"

Rich grabbed the check and said, "My table, you are my guest, I'm paying." He gave the Maitre D his black American Express card and that was that. Rachel was now even more impressed.

After signing for the charge card, they left the table with Rich palming a $50 bill to the Maitre D. 

"Thank you Mr. Stern, hope to see you again."

"You should. Please check my reservation for Saturday. I have a table reserved for a party of four for 7 pm."

"Yes, see you then."

"I had a wonderful time. I'm glad my friend didn't show up"

"Me too, glad my friend got sick."

I need to get a taxi," Rachel said. 

"I was going to get one too, but I thought I would walk back to my hotel. Care to join me?

Rachel really did not want this evening to end. For the first time in over ten years, she felt like a woman. A sexual being.

"In these heals?" pointing to her shoes.

"Not a problem."

Out of nowhere, the Maitre D appeared with a pair of new flip-flops.

"My suggestion to the owner. Key West is a great place to walk but this restaurant is a great place to dress up. One of the few places where you cannot wear cut-offs and flip-flops. Wearing heels and walking are not compatible. I told him to buy about ten pair of the flip flops for this type of situation."

They walked out of the restaurant and quickly he reached out and placed his hand in hers. She looked at him and smiled as he led her toward Duval Street. 

Little more was said as Rachel and Rich managed their way to Duval toward Rachel's hotel. Rachel was staying at the Crowne Plaza Hotel so the walk would take as long as it would take. It appeared, as both were not in a rush for the evening to end.

As they approached Rachel's hotel, Rick said, "Do you want a night cap? There's a great local bar, Irish Kevin's about two blocks from here."

"Maybe just one drink. It's been a long day."

"Deal."

More small talk as they both enjoyed an Irish coffee. And while both wanted this to continue, both seemed to be fading with fatigue.

"Time to go," Rachel said.

"I think you are right," Rich replied as he paid for the coffees. 

This time Rachel grabbed Rich's hand as he lead her toward her hotel. As they reached the front door, Rachel turned toward Rich and said, "This night started out as a disaster but ended like a fairy tale. I can't remember when I had such a good time, especially on a 'blind date'." She gave a quick chuckle and Rich laughed as well.

"I need to spend some time with my daughter but I would like to see you again if you want to and if you can find the time. I just don't know if I can plan on anything until I talk to my daughter."

"There's nothing more that I would like. I have the same thing with my son. Tell you what. Take my phone number. If you have some free time, call me. Plus, this is s small town. Perhaps we will run into each other again." He jotted down his number and handed it to her.

Rachel had a hard time letting go. "My cell is on the card. If you don't hear from me, don't be afraid to call." 

Rich gently cupped Rachel's face in his hands. He slowly brought his lips to hers and for what seemed like an hour they kissed each other good night. 

"Thank you again," Rachel said running through the door. Rich did not see the tears running down her cheeks.

Ten minutes later Rich was back in his suite, his son nowhere to be found. "There is no way in hell, I'm not going to see her again before I leave here, " Rich thought out loud. "I just need to give her some time."

While the night had ended for Rachel and rich it appeared to just get started for their kids. 

"This your first time in Key West," Joshua asked.

"Yup."

"Follow me," as he jumped off the barstool. 

Emma followed him out the door. 

"Where are we going?"

"Not too far. A great bar with crazy good people."

Joshua led Emma to the Hog's Breath Saloon. "Hog's Breath is better than No Breath" is there motto," he mentioned to Emma.

Crazy. Yeah, like the man and woman standing at the bar dressed in clothes that appeared to be were painted on their bodies. 

Emma stared.

"Nothing like this in Ohio, hey Emma?"

"Nothing like this anywhere I've been."

They both settle for a table, rather than sit at the bar. They both ordered beers and the conversation continued. Emma never specifically asked Joshua what he did with his father and Joshua wanted to keep up the pretense as long as possible. He was going to make a phone call in the morning that could have a dramatic affect on both his and Emma's future. And, as young as they were, within the hour they too were feeling the fatigue of travel and alcohol.

"I think I need to get back to my hotel," Emma said.

"No argument from me. I'm way too tired to disagree with you."

"My treat," Emma said.

"Not on our first date'" Joshua replied.

"So this was a date?"

"I think it qualifies as a date, perhaps a blind date."

Joshua paid for the beers and they walked out of the bar.

"My hotel is a few blocks from here. Where are you staying?" Emma asked.

"I'm around the corner at the Westin, but I need to clear my head and it would not be gentlemanly of me to let you walk back to your hotel unescorted." "I'm a big girl and can take care of myself."

"I have no doubt that you can, but it's not proper to leave one's date in the middle of Duval Street with men on the loose."

Joshua grabbed her hand, and before she objected he lead her towards her hotel.

"I know you are going to busy with your mom, and that's great that you can spend quality time with her and I'm going to spend time with my dad, but I really would like to see you again before you leave."

"I would like that but I don't know what my mom has planned. Give me your phone number and once I talk to my mom, I'll call you."

Joshua found a piece of paper and jotted his number down. He took the pen and asked Emma to write her number on his palm telling her that he will wait for her call, but did not want to lose the connection in case Emma decided to move on. 

"By the way," Joshua said, "I'm going fishing with my dad in the morning, but I plan to go to the beach at Zachary Taylor Park around 2 pm. If you are around and care to join me, I'll save you some blanket space."

"No promises." Emma replied. She did want to join him, but did not want to bail out on her mom. "We are going to Hemingway's and the Little White House."

They were at Emma's hotel when Joshua said; "It's been a great night for me. I hope you feel the same way?"

Emma responded by pressing her body against his, Her nipples were clearly hard as Joshua felt them pressed against his chest, even through her top. She reached up, as Joshua was a good 5 inches taller than her, and brought his head down to her level and allowed her lips to mold into his lips. It was not a quick peck. It was a full, on the mouth, grinding kiss allowing Joshua's tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. Joshua reached around and brought Emma even closer, if possible, to him. And as soon as they came up for air, Emma was right back kissing him with even more lust in her body. The next time they broke the kiss, Emma turned and, once again, without saying a word, ran into her hotel. A silent smile crossed Joshua's face as her turned to walk back to his hotel.

Emma let herself in finding her mom already in bed, watching television. Her mom was scribbling something on the papers in front of her. The television was basically background noise. 

"Hi mom how was your evening with your friend?

Rachel did not want to tell her daughter too much about the evening in case things did not measure up later in the week. Every time she went out on a date, Emma thought that this was the next man who would sweep her off of her feet. More often than not, the relationship lasted no more than two dates. She did not want to get her daughter's hopes up. 

"Well it was fine. Unfortunately, my friend got ill, but I was still able to have dinner at Louie's. Funny situation, about four people all had reservations with other people and the other people, for whatever reason, canceled out. So the restaurant had 4 strangers wanting to eat and too many tables. We were able to convince them to put all of us at one table. Three women and one guy. We had a great meal and then I came home. I'm working on updating my resume as I hope to have the recruiting agent provide me with a few leads depending on where you wind up. And how was your evening?"

"Nothing special, went to a few bars, ate bar food, walked around Duval and then back here. Great atmosphere. I'm beat. What time are we leaving for Hemingway?"

"After breakfast, say around 10, if that's okay."

"That's fine. Maybe we can get to the beach in the afternoon."

"We should have plenty of time to do that."

Both women had a hard time falling asleep. Finally, the last time she looked at the clock, Rachel saw it was 2 am. Emma was sound asleep, but she could not find the right spot on the bed. Her thoughts were toward Rich and how he made her feel all throughout the evening. Her panties were soaked. Usually, she never wore panties to bed, but with her daughter in her room, she was a little more modest. As Emma was facing away from her, she took the chance of slipping her panties off. She loved the fullness of her bush. She could not understand why woman wanted to make themselves look like children by shaving down there. Her cunt was on fire and her secretions were slowly moving from her cunt sown the insides of her thighs. Her clitoris was prominently out of its hood and the nubbin was hard. Fearing that she would wake her daughter, as she was very loud when she had an orgasm from masturbating, she took the discarded panties and shoved them into her mouth. Slowly at first, then looking for a rapid release, she began to pinch and stoke her sex. Inserting two fingers into her cunt while stroking her clitoris, Rachel was ready for a massive explosion. She was thinking about Rich all the while she moved her fingers at warp speed in and out of her count and about her clitoris. Giving in to the pleasure, she came, breathing hard all the way through her climax. Glancing at Emma, she was thankful that she never moved. Joshua found his dad sitting in the large, comfortable leather chair in the living room of the suite. He was reading something. Probably going over the resumes of the candidates for the open position at his company.

"Hey dad, how's was your dinner?"

"Louie's is always great, although my business partner became ill so I was alone, until a strange thing happened." Rich went on to explain how he wound up having dinner with this stunning lady. He did not elaborate on the small details.

"Sounds like you had a great time. You certainly deserve it."

"It was a very nice night."

"Are you going to see her again while you are here?"

"I hope so but she is here with her family, so I don't know how much free time she will have. Key West is a small place; perhaps I'll run into her. And your night?

"Bar crawl, bar food, lots of good looking women. What time are we leaving for the fishing trip?"

"Early, we have to be at the dock by 6:30."

"Ouch, but that's okay we can have room service."

Joshua said good night to his dad, went into his bedroom and closed the door. Sleep would wait as his thoughts were of Emma. He remembered how hard her nipples felt pushing into his chest. He reached into his gym shorts and began to fondle his cock, trying to imagine what Emma looks like naked. With his eyes closed he began to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. Emma's tits were of average size, but it was the size of the nipples that had him stroking faster. He was visualizing slowly pulling her panties down, hoping to find a mat of dark black pubic hair. Trimmed on the sides, but full, guarding her lips and with her clitoris peeking out from its hood, he know she would be very wet ready for anything he would offer her. Faster and faster, his hand moved up and down his now very hard cock. The fantasy would only last a few more seconds as he thought about his tongue separating Emma's bush, finding her clitoris hard and then taking the bud between his lips causing Emma to climax as soon as the tip of his tongue found its mark. Joshua's cum came flying out onto his chest, rope after rope. Taking a few seconds to calm down, he wiped his chest clean with tissues, turned over and promptly fell asleep.

Rich and his son had great day fishing. By 11 am they were back at the dock, fish in hand, turning the catch over to the captain. Between the tip Rich had given the captain and a few pounds of fresh fish the captain would sell to the local restaurants, the captain made out pretty good. They went to Bo's for some lunch. No fresher fish can be found than at Bo's. The wolfed down some fresh fish sandwiches with a beer. 




Father & Son, Mother & Daughter



"I've got some work to do trying to decide who to bring in to the interviews next week. I'm just going to sit at the pool and work from there. Care to join me?"

"No thanks, I want to go to the beach, but we can meet back here for a few beers and watch the sunset. We can go to the Mallory Square Dock."

"Sounds good. Be careful," Rich said, leaning forward kissing his son on his forehead as he left for the pool. 

Before Joshua left for the beach he called into his hospital asking to speak to Dr. Stan Curtis, a colleague of Joshua's and the person in charge of the Cardiology Fellowship program.

"Hey Stan, how are things back home?"

"Good, but not as entertaining as Key West."

"You got that right. Won't keep you long but I have something I want to run by you. When you did your interviews for the next group of Fellows, did you meet with an Emma Evans?"

"Yeah, from Ohio. Was very impressed and we are still deciding on either asking her to join us or another doc from Arkansas."

"What's holding up the decision?"

"The boss wanted to sleep on it one more day." He was referring to the Chairman of the Cardiology Department, Dr. Wainright Johnson. "I'm meeting with him in about 30 minutes. I have all my notes in case he wants to go over the two of them again. Why, wait, how do you know about Evans?"

"Long story, met her at a bar here in Key West, but if you can make that happen I would name my first child after you. All kidding aside, if she's qualified could you push for her? I hate to see her go somewhere where I may not get to see her again. I think I've said enough."

"Let me see what I can do. I'll get back to you later today."

"Thanks a million."

Rachel and Emma had enjoyed the 6-toed cats at the Hemingway House and thought the tour of the Truman Little White House was interesting. They got back to the hotel after lunch and Emma said that she wanted to go to the beach.

"I'm too tired to go out of the hotel. You go. I'm going to go to the pool, check in with the recruiter and get my 'brag book' updated. Tomorrow is your special day. What time will you find out about the Fellowship?"

"I'm hoping to hear from someone, anyone, at noon." 

"If you had your choice, where would you like to go?"

"I want to go to New York City, NYU. All the programs in the city are very good, but I want NYU. I liked what I saw when I interviewed there, and I like the program."

"Let's hope for some good things tomorrow. We certainly can use some good luck for a change."

"Mom, don't worry about the job situation. Something will come your way sooner rather than later."

Rachel began to move toward the bathroom grabbing her bathing suit with her.

"Mom, it's just the two of us in the room. It's more comfortable to change by the bed," Emma said as she was already peeling off her tank top and shorts. 

Rachel looked at Emma who was in a thong panty and sports bra. Both came off quickly. It had been years since she had seen her daughter naked, and was surprised that, in spite of her age, sported a dark, thick pelt of a bush highlighting her groin area. Emma's nipples were hard, a combination of the air-conditioned room and her natural state of being naked. Rachel took off her shorts and the rest of her clothes. Emma tried to look away but stole a glance at her naked mom. There was very little sag to her mom's breasts, her nipples too were hard. Emma realized where her thick bush came from as her mom's hairy pussy came into view.

Rachel thought to herself as she glanced at her daughter, "This is how I looked when I was Emma's age."

They went on to put on their respective swimsuits and cover-ups.

"Before dinner let's go to the roof to catch the sunset and then we can walk around town a catch a bite to eat," Emma said.

"Sounds good. See you around 6."

Emma entered the park and was told that the best place to be was in the area where the gulf met the ocean. She headed in that direction and within the next minute a smile came to her face.

"Joshua," she called out.

Hearing a familiar voice, he turned, smiling as well, and with a wave of his hand, called her over.

She was bold enough to lean over and give him a kiss on the lips. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Fishing was very good. Caught a few fish, gave them to the captain, went for a quick lunch with my dad and then headed here."

"He didn't want to join you?"

"No, he's involved in a project and needed to do some work. He went to the pool and I'm meeting him later for dinner."

"Mom is the same way. She is working on a few things, job wise, trying to better herself, and she too went to our pool. I'm going to meet her to watch the sunset on the roof of our hotel. For the next few hours I'm a prisoner of the sun, and, if you like, you!"

Emma peeled off her cover up and Joshua just stared. 

"I guess you like what you see?"

"There is no guess work. You are beautiful and sexy too."

"Here," throwing sun tan lotion toward Joshua, "grease me up. I don't want to burn."

"With pleasure," as he started on her shoulders and worked his way down to her legs. He noticed her bikini bottom was snug against her mound, but it appeared that her mound was not flat, indicating she did not shave her bush. That's the logic he tried to convince himself of.

As they lay side-by-side, soaking in the strong rays of the sun, few words were spoken. The quiet was broken by the text message that came to Joshua's phone. It was from Stan Curtis. "Done, deal. I'll be calling her tomorrow at noon. Should I say anything about you?"

"Thanks and No. She still does not know I'm a doctor. See you on Monday."

"Okay. Enjoy the rest of your vacation."

They spent the next few hours in the water, lying next to each other in the sand, and more than once, stole kisses from each other. One time, Joshua just leaned over and rather than give Emma a quick kiss, he held her tight and with some real passion, kissed her like he didn't want the day or the week to end. Emma was smitten by this wonderful man. If she could only go to New York City to continue her training perhaps we can make something more of this short courtship?

They left the park together and took the long walk back to their respective hotels.

"Tomorrow I'm going scuba diving. Care to join me? You will be back in time to get your phone call and then you will be celebrating with your mom tomorrow night. Can you steal some time away from her after dinner so I can congratulate you properly?"

"I'd like that. Scuba diving. I've only done it once before. What time are you going."?

"Early, 7." and Joshua gave her the name of the boat and the dock where they could meet. 

"I'll see you in the morning and I'll talk to my mom about meeting up with you after dinner. It should be fine."

As they reached Emma's hotel, there was no hesitancy by either of them as they embraced and kissed with as much passion as two young lovers could show. Joshua was aroused and he was certain that Emma could feel his hard cock pressing against the front of her bikini bottom. She could, but did not say a word. 

"See you at 7, Emma said. "Enjoy tonight with your dad."

"You too with your mom."

Then Emma raced into her lobby and Joshua continued his walk back to his hotel.

Rachel was getting dressed when Emma walked in. She was adjusting her skirt when Emma noticed that her mom decided to forsake panties. 

"Going commando tonight?"

"It's Key West anything goes."

"Give me 15 minutes to shower and we can get going."

"Take your time, the sunset is not for another hour or so."

As Emma stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, she was glad she didn't undress in front of her mom. Her mom would have seen and maybe even smelled her arousal. 

As she pulled off her bikini bottom she ran her hand through her thick pubic bush, reaching down to see just how wet she was. Her slit was soaking wet as her matted bush framed the opening of her cunt. Her labia were engorged. She remembered how Joshua's cock felt pressed against her and she needed some relief. Slowly she began to rub her clitoris in a familiar way knowing that it would not take long for her to cum. She sat down on the top of the toilet seat and spread her legs as wide as possible. Taking two fingers on one hand she pushed them into her cunt. And with the fingers of her other hand, she began her normal pattern of masturbating. Rubbing both sides of her clitoris and finger fucking herself, it took her all of two minutes to have a gut wrenching orgasm, One that came deep from her cunt and spread through the rest of her body. She was glad she turned on the shower before she started as her loud moans as her mom would have heard scream when she came. After climaxing, her routine was the always the same. She rubbed her cunt softly, teasing the hairs surrounding her vaginal opening. Two minutes later she was in the shower. 

They enjoyed the sunset and dinner at the hotel. Emma told her mom that she was going scuba diving in the morning with some friends she made while on the beach. And that she would be back by noon to, hopefully, take a call that would let her know where she is heading.

Joshua and his dad had a good time at Mallory Square enjoying the sunset and then having a quiet dinner near the hotel. 

"I'm going scuba diving tomorrow at 7. Care to join me?" Joshua asked his dad knowing full well what the answer would be.

"No, you know that's not my idea of having a good time. I'm going to walk to Camille's for breakfast and then figure out what to do with the rest of the day. I'm just about done with choosing two people to come for the interviews next week. I'll have Jackson call the two candidates later in the day so he can arrange for them to come in on Tuesday. You be careful and enjoy yourself."

"See you in the morning."

Emma said goodbye to her mom around 6:45 at the same time Joshua did the same to his dad. Both Rich and Rachel jumped into the shower and both of them left their respective hotels around the same time.

Rich knew where he was going, but Rachel, who was also headed to Camille's, still had a hard time navigating the streets. Rich arrived around 8 am and had placed his name with the hostess for a table. About 10 minutes later, Rachel walked in only to find a long line ahead of her. 

"Shit, another place I can't get a table," she said to herself. 

The hostess called Rich's name and when he stood up Rachel saw him.

"Rich," she yelled pushing between two couples in front of her.

"Rachel, how are you?"

"I'm sorry I haven't called, because I did want to see you again, but I've been busy with my daughter. My apologies."

"Not necessary. Are you leaving?"

"No, I just got here and I am, once again, waiting for a table."

"They just called my name. Join me, as he grabbed her hand leading her through the crowd.

"There will actually be two of us for breakfast, not one. My guest decided to show up."

"No problem. Please follow me," the hostess said.

"This is the best place for pancakes in the country according to a few travel magazines. However, I am a sucker for their French toast with white Godiva chocolate sauce. It's to die for."

The waitress brought two cups of coffee and asked them if they were ready to order.

"You did such a great job at Louie's be my guest."

"Let's do this," Rich told the waitress. "One short stack of pancakes, one order of yellow corn cashew waffles and one order of French toast with Godiva sauce." That should put us into a heart attack within no time."

Rachel excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rich's eyes followed her as she moved away from him. She was wearing a simple summer dress that accentuated her hips and bust line. He did not detect any panty lines. This when she came back to the table. 

"So how has you vacation been?" Rich asked.

"So far so good. My daughter has found a few new friends in town and is off scuba diving today. We've enjoyed each other for the past few days and are waiting for her phone call at noon today."

"My son is also scuba diving today. Maybe they will run into one another. Is she nervous about the Fellowship."

"She really wants to do it in New York City, but she doesn't know if she made anyone's top list. She'll know by noon. Wish us luck."

"I'm sure she'll get what she wants. Sounds like a fine, young doctor who takes after her mom."

"Thank you."

"I know you've been busy, but I want to take you out to dinner again. I'm sorry, but I have been thinking about you since our dinner. I wanted to give you space, but time is running out as I go back home on Sunday. Let me take you and your daughter to Louie's on Saturday night. I'll bring my son. I know they both probably would rather be at some bar, but I'll tell my son it's a business dinner that he needs to come with me. Tell your daughter that you are meeting up with an old friend and want her to come along. We can celebrate your daughter's acceptance, wherever that may be."

Rachel said, "I would like that. What time?"

"7:00 pm at Louie's."

The food arrived and for the next hour, they had to take their time, they feasted on the best breakfast known to man. 

"This food is unbelievable," Rachel understated.

"The company's not bad as well."

Rachel was finding herself turning red and getting wet between her legs. If she had worn panties that would be soaked by now, but she liked the idea of being bare. She wanted to see Rich again in the worst way.

They finally finished and Rich said, "No lunch for me today."

"Same here."

"What are your plans for the rest of the day after you meet up with your daughter?"

"I think she is going to go back to the beach. I thought I would spend a few hours at the pool."

"Why don't you join me at my hotel. I don't bite and to be truthful, I would love to see you in a bathing suit," Rich said with a laugh.

"I've got this 1910 style suit that covers my entire body only exposing my kneecaps," came the reply back from Rachel.

"You would still look good with anything you wear."

The bill came and Rachel reached for it.

"My table, my reservation, I pay. Them's the rules."

"Thank you."

Rich paid the bill and as they left the restaurant, she reached for his hand. It seemed natural to do this. Whether it was sign or not, Rich turned to her and gave her a kiss that was as passionate as any kiss Rachel ever had. 

"I just had to do that. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"It was actually quite nice" and she returned the kiss with one of her own. The passion was evident as she embraced her breakfast partner.

They walked slowly back to her hotel and agreed to meet around 1 pm at his hotel. The goodbye kiss was not as intense as the one by Camille's but had the same passion behind it.

Joshua and Emma finished their scuba diving adventure and had the time for an early lunch at Bo's. 

"I've got to run. I hope to get a phone call at noon. I'll call you after I hear, hoping that I hear."

"You will do okay. Don't worry about it." Talk later." They kissed each other goodbye.

The call came in at noon and Emma was all smiles when she told her mom that she had gotten into the NYU Fellowship program, her first choice. Hugs, kisses and tears came flowing from both mother and daughter. 

"I'm going to make a few calls to friends to see how they fared. I'm going to meet up with my Key West buddies at the beach if that's okay with you. I'll be back in time for a celebratory dinner."

"Any place special you want to do to tonight?"

"Surprise me."

"See you later."

"Joshua, Emma here," as he answered his phone. "Great news. I got accepted into the NYU program I was hoping for. I'll be in New York City for the next few years. We'll get to spend more time together, if that's what you want."

"Congratulations. I knew you would get what you wanted. And there is nothing more than I want then to spend more time with you. I'm heading over to the beach just as soon as I take a quick shower. See you soon."

Rachel arrived at the Westin and was met by Rich in the lobby. He carried a book, sunscreen and a smile. Rachel was wearing a loose cover up over her 2-piece bathing suit. Rich lead Rachel to the area where he placed some towels, partly in the sun and partly in the shade. 

"Great news, my daughter got her Fellowship at NYU. We are heading there on Sunday to stay at a hotel in the city. She has some initial meetings scheduled through Wednesday, so that will give us time to look for a place for her to stay." 

She only wondered how this was going to be paid for if she could not find a job. While the Fellows got paid, certainly it was not enough to cover the cost of living in New York City. She was already in debt for the medical school costs. Something had to get better.

"Congratulations" as he came up to her and gave her a kiss. He was going to tell her about his son, but thought better of it. Perhaps her daughter would meet Joshua when she came in for her meetings next week.

Rich had always been easy to tan so when he took off his shirt, his modestly hair covered chest and back were well tanned. Age will take its toll on everyone and while he no longer had a truly flat stomach, he was not overweight and carried himself with self-confidence while wearing a new style, no, not a Speedo, bathing suit.

"Did you wear that 1910 bathing suit you promised me?"

"Don't you wish?"

As she removed her cover up, she became a little self-conscious about her body being in the two-piece suit. There was nothing for her to be embarrassed about. All the hours in the gym left her with a well-toned body. Her breasts were all that more magnificent than he remembered from the other night. Tapered hips with a perfect ass. 

"Wow" was all he could say.

"You certainly know how to talk your way into pleasing a girl," Rachel laughed.

"I'm usually not this tongue tied, but you are truly beautiful. Stupid question coming up. Are you hungry?"

Laughing, Rachel said, "Surprisingly I am a little hungry. Do we have to go inside to eat or can we order from here?"

From their spot, they ordered salads and pina colada's and ravished them down. You would not have known they had a feast for breakfast.

They spent the afternoon doing nothing more than relaxing, taking in the sun. The one time they did go into he pool, Rich came up behind Rachel and gave her a big hug that lead to Rachel giving him a big kiss. They held the kiss like they were newlyweds. 

Towards the end of the day, Rachel excused herself to take a call. It was her recruiter setting her up with an interview in New York City on Tuesday for a position of Director of Events Planning at a big New York City company. She would meet with the Vice President of Human Resources and then the President. She did not want to tell Rich about her own personal problems.

"Everything ok?" Rich asked.

"Couldn't be better."

They held hands, shared a bottle of wine and before you know it was 5 pm. She had to meet her daughter for a celebratory dinner. "I hate to leave, but I have to meet my daughter. Time to celebrate."

"You deserve it, both of you. Where are you going?"

"We want to try something Caribbean so we are going to try to get into Paseo?"

"Give me a second." With that Rich made a call. "What time did you want to go?"

"About 7."

He closed his phone and said, "You have a reservation for the two of you for 7 pm. No waiting in line, no yelling at the Maitre D. It's a BYOB place. Wait for me. I'll be back in two minutes." What he did not tell Rachel was that he would be paying for the meal. 

She looked at him with a gaze that said, "How did you do that?"

"Look, I come to Key West often enough and I've eaten in all the best places. They know me and treat my friends and me very well. You probably couldn't get a reservation this late in the day. They were happy to help me. Speaking of help, if you need any when you get to New York City you better call me. That is not an option. Wait here two minutes."




Father & Son Realise What They Need



Hi, I'm Karl, I live in Newcastle with my parents (Alan and Caroline) and go to university. I am 19 years old and heterosexual, or so I thought...

I first started looking at girls when I was around 13 or 14, I had a few girlfriends but they were only high-school girlfriends, the type of relationship that last a week or two then ends. I think the longest I had ever been with somebody was four and a half weeks. The girls that I liked were always slim and wore a lot of makeup. As I grew older I became more interested in my school work and gave up on relationships, although I still got horny. My nightly routine would be; go home get showered, changed, go out with my friends for an hour or so then go back home and study. When I had finished studying I would jerk off to some porn on the internet. I loved porn with busty blondes and always more than one man. I knew I liked men but I didn't want to admit it. However one night I decided I would try out the "gay" side of me.

I knew what I was going to do that night. The night went on as it did any other night, I came in from university, had a shower then got changed, I went out with my friends for an hour then went home. When I eventually got home I realised that I didn't have any studying to do. I walked into the living room where my parents were watching the TV.

"Had a good night son?" asked my dad.

"Yeah, it was good, but tonight I don't have any studying to do so I'm just going to sit in here with you for a while, is that alright?"

"Yes dear, you know you can sit with us anytime you want." my mother said

"Thanks mum."

I smiled at her and started to watch the TV, I soon got bored, it was a cooking programme and I didn't really like that sort of thing. I went into my bedroom and realised that I was getting a little horny, I got out my laptop and set it down on my bed. I got up and closed the curtains, when they were closed I shut my door and started to take off my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror as I slowly pulled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, I stood naked examining my body. I looked at my body from head to toe and picked out the things that I liked about myself; tall, dark hair, smooth toned body, hairy muscular legs and feet that are not to big and not to small. I then focused on my crotch; trimmed tidy pubic hair, loose scrotum and a four and a half inch flaccid penis. I loved the fact that I had a big penis and I knew that I was bigger than most of the guys in my class. When in the showers there was only one of the guys that was bigger than me, he was called Jamal. As far as I know his dad was black and his mother was white, fortunately he had been blessed with a big penis, he was at least five and a half inches long and he was a bit thicker than me too. This didn't bother me though because I still had a big dick and all of the guys on my football team knew it. I was still looking in the mirror at my dick when I heard a knock on the door;

"Don't come in, I'm getting changed, just speak to me while you're out there I can still hear you."

"Ok, I just wanted to ask you, did you have something to eat while you were out with your friends or do you want me to cook something for you now?" came my mothers reply.

"Oh, I had something when I was out, I hope you don't mind?"

"That's fine darling, if you get peckish later I'll make you a sandwich ok?

"Yeah mum, that would be great, thanks"

"No problem"

Is it just me, or do parents always come up to your bedroom at the wrong time? Anyway, I walked over to my bed (still naked) and sat down in front of my laptop. I connected it to our wireless internet and went onto my favourite porn site, just like I normally do. The only thing that was different this time was, when I went into categories, instead of clicking on group, I clicked on the one just before it which read Gay. A buzz immediately ran through me as the thumbnails showed men sucking, fucking and cumming. I felt my cock stir and I knew that I liked it. The first video was called "Bareback dreaming." I liked the sound of the title so I clicked on it, it started off with a man lying in his bed asleep, the camera then focused on the door and another guys came in, they were both gorgeous, I couldn't wait to see what happened next. The guy that came through the door went over to the still sleeping guy and started to stroke his chest, he then pulled down the sheets and stroked what was hidden in the briefs. I grabbed my dick and started a nice steady rhythm, by now I was completely hard, my full nine inches felt good in my hand as I steadily pulled up and down. Meanwhile in the video the guy had woken up and was sucking the other guys dick, this was great, it was so much more exciting than straight porn. It was just getting into the bareback part and I knew I couldn't hold off any longer, less than a minute later I started shooting my load, six hot jets of cum came rushing out of my big hard dick, it felt so good. I cleaned the cum off my bed and went to have my second shower of the night. When I was finished in the shower I went back into my bedroom and fell into a long deep sleep. 

A few months went by and this routine carried on. I loved the porn at first but then it started to get boring. I didn't tell my friends that I liked man on man action but I told them that I was bored of porn and asked them if they had any suggestions what I could do to get myself off instead. One of them told me I should try out c2c, at first I laughed and told him that wasn't going to happen. I was told I could meet up with somebody or even get a girlfriend, I didn't like any of these suggestions but when I got home I changed my mind. When I got home I sat with my parents for a while then went to my room. I remembered my friend telling me to do a c2c, when I started thinking about it I stated to think it was actually a good idea. The first thing I did was set up a fake Hotmail account it didn't take long, just under five minutes. I then found a free gay chat room and sent a message to everybody in it 

"19 year old guy here. I'm gay and have a nine inch cock anybody interested in c2c with me?" At first I didn't get a reply but then I got a private message saying 

"I'm a 39 year old man, I'm in good shape and have a 10 inch dick, are you interested?" 

It didn't sound very appealing, he was the same age as my dad! I sat there for about a minute then replied,

"Yes I am interested, here is my e-mail, add me" I sat for about five minutes and I got a little message saying that he had added me, did I want to accept? I clicked accept and opened a conversation. I started to talk to him;

"So, you're 39?"

"Yes, and you're 19?"

"Yeah, where are you from?"

"Newcastle, you?"

"Newcastle." 

"Oh, so what's your name then?" I already knew the answer to this because it said "Alan says:" but I was making conversation and I thought this was a good way to do it.

"Alan, and what's your name?"

"Karl." 

"So, what do you work as?"

"I'm a manager at a bank, and what about you?"

"Oh, I'm still at university, I'm studying to be a doctor."

"Sounds nice, hope I'm not being to pushy but I'm really horny can I put my cam on?"

"Yeah, go ahead, I hope you don't mind but this is my first time doing this so can I just watch for a while?"

"Yes, take all of the time you need."

"Thanks."

What I seen next almost gave me a heart attack, the camera finally connected and it was focused on the mans body, he was telling the truth he was in shape. He then moved the camera down to his crotch, he already had his cock out and it was growing, when it reached its full length it looked like it should have been in a porno. He wasn't lying he really was 10 inches long and thick. He stood up and I saw my parents bedroom, it suddenly all added up, 38 years old, in Newcastle, a bank manager and the same bedroom as my parents. I was watching my father jerking? I felt sick at the thought and quickly turned the camera off. He sent me a message saying;

"What is wrong? Have you got cold feet?"

I didn't know what to write, I turned my computer off and tried to get to sleep. It was almost impossible, I kept dreaming about him. I know this sounds wrong but I actually liked what I saw. I wanted to see it in real life but I couldn't do that to my dad, it would kill him to know that it was me he was talking to. I decided I would spend some time alone with my dad and ask him a few questions. 

The next day I told my friends that I wouldn't be going out with them that night, when I got home I went straight into the kitchen where my dad was eating his dinner.

"Dad?"

"Yes son."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything."

"This is really hard for me to say this but, I've been having these feelings towards men and I was wondering whether or not you have ever had feelings towards men?"

"Oh god, I wondered if this day would come."

"How could you possibly wonder if this day would ever come?"

"Because when I was your age I went through the same thing, what I am telling you now can never be repeated, am I understood?"

"Yeah"

"Ok, like I said I had the same feelings when I was your age, but I decided to ignore them and live a normal life. I did think about being gay but your grandma and granddad always told me that they couldn't wait to have grandchildren, I couldn't let them down could I? That's when I met your mother, at the time she was so beautiful, when we eventually got together I didn't think about being gay again. When she gave birth to you I had done what my parents wanted of me so I started messing around with a few of my friends when we were drunk, we never got as far as sex but I've been told that I give a good hand job. Anyway, it's funny you should ask this now, I just started thinking about it again the other day, that's a bit weird don't you think?

"Dad I have to tell you, I can't do this to you, please don't be upset, I didn't know."

"What is it son?"

"I'm really embarrassed talking about this but it has to be said, last night I know you were in a gay chat room, then you went on to do c2c with some guy."

"How do you... It was you wasn't it? It all fits 19, Newcastle and studying to be a doctor."

"Yes dad, I had no idea until you stood up and I could see your room."

"I'm so sorry son, if I knew I wouldn't ever have done it. How could I ever make it up to you?"

At this point I noticed the bulge in his suit pants.

"You do know I can see that right?"

"Well there's no point in hiding it is there? You've already seen it hard without clothes so it doesn't really matter does it?"

"The weird thing is dad, I'm getting hard just looking at it."

"Are you being serious or are you just messing me around?"

"No I'm being serious, I hate to ask you this but do you mind taking it out? Like you said, I've already seen it so what's the harm?"

"I don't know son... If I did it would make this whole situation illegal."

"Yeah you're right just forget it, we'll pretend that we've never had this conversation."

I picked up his empty plate and put it in the dishwasher, when I turned around my dad was stroking his hard cock through his pants.

"Who said I don't like illegal?"

With that he unzipped his pants and let out his hard cock, it looked even better now than it did on the camera last night. He started stroking it, it's funny he reminds me of an older me.

"So you like my dick?"

"No dad I think I love it"

"Well come on, this is the second time you have seen mine and I haven't seen yours since you were a child"

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Who's going to find out Karl?"

I slowly unzipped my pants and my rock hard cock came out like a compressed spring. I looked at my dads dick then at mine, I only had a couple of years left for my dick to reach maximum length and I hoped mine would be the same size as his.

"Wow, you look just like I did when I was your age, I wonder if you feel the same."

With that he reached out and grabbed my dick, he started stroking me and there's no denying it, my father's hand really felt good pumping my hard dick. 

"Dad anybody could see us in here, mum doesn't get in for another hour can we go to your room?"

"Yes son, that's a good idea."

When we got into my parents bedroom my dad took off his suit jacket, then his shirt and eventually his pants, I was surprised to see he wasn't wearing any underwear, I decided to point this out.

"Dad you aren't wearing underwear"

"Oh , I know, underwear doesn't feel right to me, I'm not bragging here but my dicks that big when I get a hard on it feels like I'm being castrated."

"Yeah, I'm not surprised, you're huge!"

"You'll be just like this one day son and it feels oh so good."

"I bet it does, do you mind if I feel it?"

"Son, whatever you want, I've grabbed yours, feel free to suck it bite it, anything as long as it doesn't hurt I don't care"

I motioned for him to lie on the bed and I knelt down on the bed next to him. I slowly rubbed my hands on his smooth muscled pecks, they felt great they were so hard and wet from his sweat. I put my head next to his ear and whispered

"I love you dad."

Before he could answer I swooped down and kissed him passionately, I had my tongue in his mouth and he put his in mine, I was in heaven. This was much better than porn. We put out arms around each other and kissed for another minute or so. I broke the kiss and went down to his big uncut cock, there was pre-cum drizzling out of the big bulbous head and it was dripping onto his lower chest. I first licked it of his chest, it tasted exactly like mine did warm and salty. I then went for his cock, I kissed his swollen head and then licked from the top to the bottom, he let out a long groan. I looked at his balls they were big and in the perfect proportion to his dick, I cupped them in my hand and they almost filled it completely, I began rolling the left one (his right) in my fingers and thumb. It felt really good rolling around in his loose scrotum. I done exactly the same to the other one then started sucking them, one at a time I sucked and rolled them around my mouth. He was groaning pretty loud now, I was surprised the neighbours weren't knocking on our door. I grabbed his cock and rolled back his foreskin, I licked his purple head and squeezed for more pre-cum, sure enough, more came and I eagerly licked it off. Next I sucked his head into my mouth and drained him of any remaining juice, I was just about to go down when he thrust forward hard, I gagged a bit but we both ignored it. I could get about half of it in, when I tried more I gagged and stopped, my dad was pleased with what I was doing and offered to do the same for me, I accepted his offer and rolled onto my back. He knelt down beside me and did for me what I had done for him, he played with my balls and teased my head then started the sucking. He got bout two inches more of me in his mouth than I had with him, this was much better than any girl I had been with. I was going to cum I knew it but I didn't want it to end;

"Dad I'm going to cum, stop."

"Do you not want to cum yet?"

"No I want you inside of me first."

"Are you sure about this? This is the first time you've done something like this, I tear your ass open"

"I have some lube in my bedroom can you go and get it it's in my bottom drawer underneath my underwear."

"Ok, just a sec."

My dad returned with lube in one hand and his cock in another. I turned over for him and he lubed up one of his fingers, he slowly pushed into my ass, oh god I had wanted somebody's finger in my ass for months. He told me he was going to put more fingers in one at a time to try and get me used to the size of his dick. When he had three fingers inside of me, I couldn't wait any longer;

"Dad I'm ready"

"Ok son, it will hurt when the head goes in but after that it's plain sailing."

"Ok dad"

"I found condoms in your drawer with your lube do you want to use them?"

"Do you have any STIs or STDs?"

"No"

"Then there's no need for condoms, as long as you go slow you can take me bare."

"I will never hurt you son, I'll stop if it does."

"Ok"

With that said he lined his head up with my hole, he rubbed the head up and down then after five or six times he pushed at my entrance. I groaned with the pain but I think he done the best thing, the head was in now so there wasn't as much pain after this. He pushed some more and the pain grew even more, I didn't want to tell my dad, it was hurting but I could bear it. He kept pushing about an inch in then stopping. I knew it was all in when I felt his big balls resting against mine.

"you did it son, you took it all"

I was speechless, this felt so good, I couldn't even reply I just groaned and groaned. He started fucking me slowly, in and out, I could feel his balls hitting mine and I loved it, he got to a point where he was comfortable and so was I then he moved in and out in a steady rhythm. When he had been going for about five minutes he started getting faster, not very fast, but fast enough. He pulled out and told me he wanted to see my expression, I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs up, again he climbed into me and did the same as last time. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better he took my cock and started jerking me. After about a minute I was going to cum and I had to take his hand off my cock. If I came now I wouldn't want to finish. 

"Why did you take my hand away?"

"Because I nearly came."

"That's ok, we can cum together, I'll still jerk you off and you tell me when you're going to cum when you do I'll get ready and we can cum at the same time ok?"

"Ok"

He reached down a took my cock into his hand again, two minutes later I was there just about to blow my load when I shouted;

"NOW!"

He kept jerking me and I shot my load all over my chest. My dad shot deep inside of me, I felt his hot cock shoot 7 shots into my ass and the warming sensation felt great. My dad fell on top of me out of breath and sweaty. I put my arms around him and we kissed, I wanted this to last forever, I closed my eyes and felt myself fall, deeper and deeper I fell, my father did the same and we both kept falling. We had both fallen asleep and my mother was due in any minute...

To be continued...

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Father & Son Share More Than Blood



It all started when I was younger, when I say younger I mean when I was 18. I started noticing my father and his body, he was tall, roughly 6 foot 4 inches, and he was young for a dad 34. He was also good looking. In fact good looking is understating him, he was gorgeous, black hair, chiselled masculine face and to top it all off he had the most stunning blue eyes that you could sit and stare at all day. When I first realised all of this it was when my mother (Dianne) won £10,000,000 on the lottery and was leaving him for another man, her boss actually. Even though I loved my mother I knew I would never forgive her, she left my father (Dave) an emotional wreck. Me and my dad always had a special bond, even though I didn't see him as much as my mum me and my dad were definitely closer. The first couple of weeks after my mum had left us went by very slowly, my father left work, my mother give me £1,000,000 and my father said he didn't need to work, therefore he sat around all day in his housecoat. I knew that if I didn't do something it would stay like this, me and my father were getting further apart and I hated it. I decided one day that I would talk to him about what had happened and what we were going to do about it. I started off by making him a cup of coffee just how he liked it, luke warm with a lot of milk and no sugar, I then went into the living room, he was sitting around in his housecoat. I put it down in front of him. He thanked me and I sat next to him,

"Dad" I said. He looked at me and he could tell that this was going to be serious.

"Listen, it's been almost two weeks and all you have done is sit around and feel sorry for yourself, mum isn't coming back, I know it hurts you to hear that but deep down you know that it's true." 

"But..."

"Dad I love you and I always will, but you have got to stop doing this to yourself, I miss her too but she left us, we shouldn't be sad while she's with him. How about you get dressed and we'll go for a walk then head down to the pub, drinks on me?"

"I don't want to go to the pub Sam, but I'll quite happily go for a walk, I agree with you, that woman doesn't deserve us anyway, I'm sure we can live our lives without her. I just need to get a shower and get dressed, is that ok?"

"Yes dad. We'll have a good time it's been weeks since we done something like this."

I was glad that I had got him to do something I was sick of seeing him sitting in front of the TV like it was his only companion, it was time he got over mum and I would make sure he did. Twenty minutes later we were on the sand, we only lived two minutes walk away from the beach. It was a beautiful hot summers day. We talked about mum and recent events passed. Dad told me how much he missed her and how much he hated him, to be honest I agreed with everything he said, but she was gone and there was nothing we could do about it. We had to get on with our lives as she had with hers. He told me the thing that had annoyed him the most was that she hadn't even said sorry she just told him she was leaving him packed her things and left. He also told me that he couldn't stop dreaming about her, that everything was back to normal and how upset he is when he wakes up and realises that he was dreaming. I changed the subject to what we would do tonight, he told me he didn't want to do much so I suggested that we rent a DVD and sit with a few beers, he agreed so we headed to the supermarket. I bought popcorn and 16 cans of Guinness. We walked to the DVD store and he picked a comedy.

"I think I'll get this, we need cheering up, don't you think?"

"Yeah dad, glad to see you're getting back to normal."

We left the store and slowly walked home, by this time it was already 9:30 and it was starting to get dark. When we got in I put the popcorn in the big bowl and put the beers in the fridge, I took two of them and went into the living room. My dad had already put the movie in and was waiting for me to get comfortable. He was lying down on the sofa, I walked over to him and give him a beer, I sat in front of him and told him that the movie better be good or I'll pick it the next time.

"Thanks son."

"For what?" I said.

"For making me get out of here today, I haven't felt as good as this since before your mum left."

"Dad it has been depressing for me seeing you sitting there. You needed this. I needed this, it just wasn't the same with you lying here, I had to do something."

"Well I'm glad you did."

He kissed the top of my head and played the movie. The movie started off great, but as it went on I got bored. Even though I really hated it I didn't want to hurt my fathers feelings so I watched it and when our beers were gone I went and got two more out of the fridge. When I next looked at my watch it was 11:30, the movie was nearly finished and we had each drank seven cans each. I was just about to ask my dad if he wanted another when I realised he had fallen asleep. He obviously didn't like the movie either. It was then that I noticed his housecoat had opened. I had seen my dad with nothing on except his briefs before but this was different. I don't know why but he just looked amazing, I knew I wasn't gay, I mean, I always looked at women and I had only ever had sex with women. He was definitely asleep and I just looked at him from several minutes, from his model-like face all the way down to his well kept feet. One thing's for sure I wished I looked like him. Suddenly I realised, this is wrong, he's my dad for Gods sake! But I couldn't help it, I kept looking and then focused on his penis I could see the outline in his tight white briefs. It was five inches long now and he was flaccid. I couldn't believe it I was only three and a half flaccid and seven inches long erect, I started to wonder how big he was erect. I wanted to find out but at the same time I didn't, the only thing that stopped me was it's illegal and I love him. Anyway with women I like to explore their bodies before I go down into that region therefore why should it be any different with a man? I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't wake up before I began exploring. I gently shook him to test and he stayed sleeping. I nearly had a heart attack however when he quietly said;

"Dianne? Is that you?"

I was terrified what should I do? What should I say? 

"Yes" I replied. He carried on as if he were really talking to her.

"I had the craziest dream, I dreamt that you left me for your boss, can you believe it?"

"No honey, it was just a dream, you should go back to sleep."

"Ok baby, but could you hurry? Get into bed it's getting cold and I need your magic touch."

"Ok honey but you need to move across, there's not enough room you're on my side as well."

He moved across and there still was not enough room, it was the sofa after all. I felt really guilty playing along to get pleasure out of it but I then told myself I was doing it to be kind. To make him feel better. I lay down next to him and he put his arm around me. I was really starting to worry now, what if he woke up with me lying next to him and a very noticeable erection? But at the same time I felt really good he had a really tight grip and I was in heaven, I could feel him breathing in my ear, it was really getting me horny. Then I felt it, something hard, it was right at my ass and I was sure it was getting longer. Oh my God it was. It was huge, it was so hard it was hurting. I had to get off there. I could tell he was still asleep so I slowly lifted his arm away and slid off the sofa. I went upstairs and got changed into my house coat. when I got back downstairs he was lying on his back with his huge hard cock sticking straight up in the air. It must have been at least eight inches plus. He was still sleeping and I didn't want to do anything it wasn't fair, he couldn't say no. I decided I would wait until his erection subsided and wake him up. Fifteen minutes later it was still as hard as it was when I came down. It just wouldn't go, I couldn't wake him up like this, he would be really embarrassed. I decided that I would tidy him up then wake him. I went over to him, I put my hand down into his briefs and placed his dick diagonal across his leg then I took out my hand. It took all of my will power not to take it out and look, but as I said it wouldn't be fair. I then tied his housecoat and stood up. 

"Dad." I whispered. He didn't react. I nudged him softly and repeated,

"Dad." 

This time it worked he opened his eyes and looked at me, the first thing he said was;

"I fell asleep didn't I?"

"Yes you did dad but its alright the film wasn't very good anyway."

"I know it wasn't, that's why I fell asleep." He joked.

"Come on, lets get you to bed, it's late we've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait."

"Ok, come on, lets get to bed. Whatever we're doing don't let me choose, apparently I'm no good at choosing anything. The film shows that."

I laughed, my dad could always make me laugh and he wasn't going to stop now, not even when his whole life had been ripped apart. That's what I admired about him. We got upstairs and I took him into his room, he lay down and I said goodnight. I was just closing the door when he called me.

"Sam?"

"Yeah dad?

"Do you mind sleeping in my bed tonight? I had another dream about your mother when I was downstairs and I feel really lonely in this king-sized bed and it gets really cold when its just me I need somebody to help keep me warm."

It suddenly struck me, that's what he said when I was downstairs and he thought I was my mother, did he feel the same way about me?

"Fine, but tomorrow I'm in my own bed and you can't change my mind."

"Ok Sam it's just for tonight that dream has made me feel lonely without your mother again."

I got into bed with him and he turned off the bedside lamp. He rolled over and looked at me.

"You really are the best son anybody could ever ask for. Who else would cheer me up like you do and get into bed with me because I'm cold and lonely?"

He put his arm around me and pulled me towards him a little. He then leant over and kissed me on the forehead. Right at that point I felt something on my leg, did he still have an erection? Surely he couldn't have? He let go of me and said goodnight then rolled onto his back, sure enough there was his erection pointing straight at the ceiling. He didn't even tried to hide it, was he trying to tell me something? I turned the other way and tried not to think about it, I just wanted to turn around and grab it but I didn't know if he wanted the same as me. I decided to turn over and make a joke about it, at least I could see what he was thinking. I turned over;

"Wow, dad."

"What son?"

"Is that for me or are you still thinking about that dream with mum?" 

He laughed.

"You know, anybody else would choose to ignore it but you haven't, why is that?"

"It's just this is the first time I've seen you hard and I was wondering why you weren't trying to hide it."

"We're both men, we're both confident with our sexuality, so why should I?"

"It's just..."

"Just what son?"

"Erm..."

"Is it making you horny? Because I'm really horny. I've been horny all day."

"What is it that has made you horny dad?"

"I was just thinking about your mother, how you two are so alike, you have her lips and her eyes. As I pulled you close to me before I wondered whether you would have the same ass."

"Dad you can't think like that."

"No son I can, I shouldn't but I can. It's funny you woke me up downstairs and when you did I had a huge big hard on, just like this, what confused me was it was placed neatly inside my briefs, how did that happen? I know it didn't happen by itself. But that's not all, my housecoat was tied and I remember, when you went out to get the last beers that we had, I unfastened it, it was uncomfortable and I unfastened it, so how was it fastened again when I woke up?"

"Ok dad, I looked up you were asleep and you had that hard on and you were unfastened so I tidied you up so you wouldn't get embarrassed."

"Oh..."

"Yeah oh dad."

"I'm so sorry son I thought..."

"Yes well you thought wrong didn't you?"

"Yes I'm very sorry I thought you had been exploring me when I was asleep."

"No dad, I wouldn't do that." I turned away from him and I was glad I was such a good liar.

"Sam?"

"What is it now dad?"

"You had to touch my dick to put me right didn't you?"

"Yes but only to save you the embarrassment, nothing else."

"I know you were trying to help but how did it feel?"

"What do you mean?" By now I was looking him in the face.

"Did you like the feel? Was it nice? Most importantly, would you do it again?"

"Dad I can't believe this."

"I'm sorry son I'll stop now."

"No dad I can't believe it because I now you want this as much as I do."

"What do you mean?"

"Downstairs I noticed you were asleep and I nudged you, you asked if it was mum and I said yes. I got onto the sofa with you and I felt you had a boner. It was so big and hard it started to hurt so I got off the sofa and got changed. I wanted to go further but I didn't think it was fair taking advantage of you so I tidied you up and decided to wake you."

"So you want more?"

"Dad, I definitely want more."

I kissed him deeply and he kissed back, I slid off my underwear not breaking the kiss, as I did, my father did the same and we pulled as close together as we could. I broke away from him

"Dad, do you not think this is wrong?"

"Of course I think it's wrong but if you can keep a secret then so can I."

We embraced again our tongues sliding across each other and cocks pressing against each other. I sat up and pulled down the sheets, there it was, my own fathers cock. I was right it was over eight inches, once it was let loose from it's material prison it grew an extra inch it was now standing over nine inches. He was uncut and had a big blood filled mushroom head protected from harm by his foreskin. It was oozing nice clear pre-cum I bent down and licked it off, I didn't lick anymore than where the pre-cum was I wanted to make him more excited than he had ever been before. I squeezed his cock gently and more oozed out, again I licked only where the pre-cum was and he groaned quietly. I was nervous this was my dad! I wanted to do this and so did he, I kissed his mushroom head, he moaned again and a tingling feeling shot through my body, I was made to do this, after this I thought, no more girls. I opened my mouth and lightly sucked on the head, my dad was definitely enjoying it as much as I was, he groaned louder but not too loud. I put more in and he groaned a long continuous groan, we were going to enjoy tonight. I slid even more in as he gently thrust into my mouth. I gagged and he stopped. When he asked if I wanted him to do it I replied; 

"Do whatever gives you the most pleasure."

I sucked his dick for at least ten minutes then I was ready, I turned over and moved my ass so my dad could have easy access. 

"This is for you dad."

"Are you sure son?"

"As sure as I'll ever be dad."

"I have some condoms in the drawer I'll go and get them."

"No dad, take me bare, I love you enough. I trust you."

"Ok but I'll go slow."

"Dad hurry, I'm giving you my virgin ass I'm glad it's you who will be taking my cherry." He put his mushroom at my entrance and softly pushed he got almost two centimetres in and I couldn't let him go any further.

"Dad, we need something to lube it. It won't go in dry."

He put his mouth at my ass and licked. It was pure bliss, he started getting harder then pushed his tongue in, I was in heaven, the sensation was indescribable. He spat on his hand and rubbed it around his dick, he then spat on my ass and came back up.

"It's going to be ok Sam, just relax and let me in, I'll go slow I promise, I wouldn't hurt my beautiful boy."

He started to push again, this time it went in a little further and he stopped, he spat on his hand and again rubbed it around his dick, I couldn't remember what happened next, the head was just suddenly in. I moaned in pain and pleasure, I hated and loved it. He told me the worst part was over and to relax, I did and he went in further, he got halfway and had to lube it up again. Then after that he was all the way in. I could feel his balls against mine, they were so big and heavy I couldn't believe I had missed them out when I was sucking him, I wasn't to bothered by this because I knew there would be plenty more opportunities to do it. He came out about an in inch then went back in, every time he done this he came out more until he got to about five inches then he kept going in and out. The pleasure was far bigger than the pain now and I was on the edge of cumming, then it struck me, without a condom my dad would cum in my ass, the thought of the warm cum inside of me turned me on even more. I loved this and so did my dad.

"Sam your hole is so tight."

"Yeah dad keep going I love it, I love you."

"I love you too Sam, I'm going to cum soon I cant hold myself for much longer."

"I want you to cum inside of me dad, I want to feel that warm liquid warming my ass."

"Whatever you want son, I cant believe this, you're even better than your mother."

I was glad to hear that, at least now we know that my mother will be forgotten, I was my dads new pussy, I wouldn't go off with my boss. I reached behind and grabbed my fathers balls I squeezed and stroked them and I almost immediately felt his cock swell up, his balls tightened in my hand and he violently shot cum when he was all the way inside of me. His cum was hot and soothed the pain that was left behind. As my dad pulled out he whispered;

"Wow that was amazing, but it isn't over yet I'm going to give you the best blowjob you have ever had because you have just give me the best fuck that I have ever had."

"I'm ready for you dad."

He sucked my cock hard and it sent a shiver up my spine, I started to thrust in and out his mouth as he sucked like a vacuum. 

"I'm going to cum!"

"Sorry son, I'll try to swallow some of it like you took mine but if I can't at least I tried."

"OK dad just suck me, I'm ready to blow, and I need to be in your mouth when it happens."

He put his mouth around again and went down until he gagged, it sent me over the top my cock violently jerked as it shot the biggest load it ever has into my fathers throat and mouth. He missed some of it but he done pretty good for a first-time cock sucker. We went into the bathroom and showered together, I washed my dad and he washed me. When we were done we dried off and got into bed. That night we fell asleep naked with our arms around each other and our mouths joined. 

Before we had sex I said I would be in my bed the next night and he couldn't change my mind. However he did change my mind I am now 28 and I still haven't slept in my old bed. The lottery money ran out and I got a job in accountancy, but I have to say, without my mother, life has been very different.



Father and Son Take a Slave



Aaron smile as his father placed a hand on his shoulder, nudging him forward to unwrap the box in front of him. He knew what it was, all his brothers had gotten theirs on their 18th birthdays, and now it was finally his turn. Isolated in his family's mansion, Aaron had barely ever known a girl that wasn't related by blood or marriage. Everybody except for his father had left the house today, to set up a celebration for the evening. He pretended, for his mother's sake, that her festivities were what he'd been looking forward to the most today, but now that the box was in front of him, he was mad with anticipation. 

He tore into the wrapping paper, using air holes in the side for leverage. Before he even peeked through them, he knew that his brothers would be jealous. His box was the smallest yet, and they always said the smaller the better. He wanted to tell himself that it was a sign of his father's favor, but really he knew it was luck. It just depended on which of the stock happened to share his 18th birthday; father assured them all that he picked the best of the batch for each of them. He peeled back the cardboard, ecstatic. His hard cock was threatening to pop the zipper of his dress pants.

The girl inside had been surgically "perfected" to suit the most modern tastes. She looked almost photoshopped, from the precise bronzing of her skin to her unnatural silhouette. Her breasts were hard, spherical silicon, her eyes unnaturally large and round in contrast to her pinched, dainty features. Best of all she appeared tranquil, well-trained. Aaron had spent his entire adolescence in complete chastity for this moment. 

His father had always believed that unwasted seed yielded the best offspring, and had three genious nephews to prove his eccentric theory. Now, he wanted a fourth. On Aaron's 18th birthday, he would become a man. He would become not only an owner, but a father to pass the ritual on for generations to come. His son knew what was at risk; with three other brothers in the running, the fastest way to lose his share of the inheritance would be to fail on the first try or, even worse, have a daughter. 

Aaron was terrified that, as he lifted her naked body from the box, he would cum too soon and ruin everything. His father had already disowned one son for the "crime". He only wanted real men carrying on his name, he'd said. As he carried her across the bedroom, she blinked up at him with innocent eyes. Right when he thought he would lose it, he threw her onto the mattress.

She landed clumsily, waiting to be put into position. Seeing that Aaron had no idea what he was supposed to do, she got onto her hands and knees and presented him her virgin pussy from behind. As he kicked his pants off, Aaron got the scent of her; like butterscotch. Different from how he imagined, somehow so much better and the only thing that kept him from cumming right then and there was the fear of it. Despite everything, his raw anxiety threatened to be dick-wilting on its own. He felt like he was walking a tightrope, the heat of her unbearable against this sensitive tip as he lined up to thrust into her. 

The feeling was incredible, almost blinding. So all-consuming that he wasn't bothered by her surprised, sharp cry as he tore through the very innocence that drove him so wild. At first she was so tight that it almost hurt, he felt like his cock was going to come out black and blue. After a few minutes, she relaxed and started rocking back onto him. Her moans sent small vibrations through her, and he felt her insides begin to quiver as he grazed a certain spot. 

"Oh yes, master!" She purred, gyrating her sculpted as back onto him. "Please fill me up with your cum!" He almost lost it then and there, but he felt like it was a test. Like she'd given him a command, and now he simply couldn't. Now he had to fuck her raw. He had to make her writhe in ecstasy, make her horse and breathless from her cries of passion. He moved with violence; not for himself, not for her, but because he knew his father was watching. He knew the man was calculating, keeping tally of who the real men in the family were. He was going to prove himself. He looked down to see virgin blood staining his cock. Forcing the slave's face into the mattress with one hand, he reached down and sampled the fluid with the other. The essence of her innocence mixed with her slutty pussy juice lingered on his tongue, a bittersweet tang he would never forget. 

He went back to hammering the spot again, delighting in how the docile girl was now panting, screaming, unrestrained. He'd brought her undone, stabbing himself into her as if her were trying to kill something. In return she cried out like a dying animal, like he'd heard mice do when the claws of a housecat sank into them. Finally, he felt her convulsions milk the cum from his cock. 

The once angelic girls' face was a red mess. As he withdrew, he knew that he had killed something. In just minutes, he'd reduced a virgin to a whore. His whore. As she tried to collect her bearings, Aaron's father joined them on the bed. This was his favorite part of the ceremony. After all, she was going to be living in his house, on his money, paid for with his work. Her pussy may have been Aaron's, but her ass was his. 

"Back into position!" The command echoed throughout the empty mansion. With no reluctance, the girl obeyed. He reached under her and guided her so that she was ass-up on the edge on the bed, and motioned to Aaron to go around front. Already hard again, the teen eagerly obeyed. He straddled either side of her and leaned back as she lowered her head into his mouth. Her tongue swirled around him at first, gingerly licking off her own pussy juices. Impatiently, the older man grabbed the back of her head and forced his son's cock down her throat. She gagged and choked, but knew better than to pull away. Still forcing the girl's head down, her nose flush against his son's pubic bone, the man of the house slammed his cock into her lubricated asshole. He could feel the vibrations of her scream travel up his arm, tightening her throat around Aaron. As he picked up a rhythm he started to alternate moving her up and down, jerking off his son with the slave's throat. 

He could feel her wet pussy starting to drip onto his torso every time he pulled her back. Even he was impressed with this slave, who not only knew but apparently enjoyed her place as the fuckmeat in their spitroast. In the end that's what they all were; fuckholes and incubators to keep the stronger sex going. He watched his son's face flush as he came again into the slave's mouth. She swallowed hungrily, not wasting a drop of his precious seed. 

When her mouth was free to moan, she buried her face in the mattress and let out a passionate grunt with every thrust. Her pussy juice was staining the bedsheets, but still she refrained from relieving herself until he wordlessly grabbed a hand and guided it between her legs. With his permission she began to revenge herself. One hand pinching her nipple, the other three fingers deep inside of her drenched hole. She took the blanket between her teeth as she came, trembling. The man of the house emptied out inside of her, and zipped himself up. 

Aaron left his new wife to get ready for his party later, accompanied by his father.