0 comments/ 134738 views/ 12 favorites Like Father, Like Son Ch. 02 By: ricknlynne This is part two of Like Father Like Son. In order to understand all the events taking place, please read Part one first. * My name is Shawn. This is the continuation of the story "Like Father, Like Son" written by my step mom, Jan, with my input. Jan loves sex, no doubt about it, but Jan is also a great person and mother. Jan is patient and understanding, always taking my or Julia's (her daughter) side on matters, but she is tough when she has to be. When we first started screwing, she always got a guilty conscience afterwards. Finally, after a lot of discussions and sex, she came to the conclusion that she could enjoy having sex with me, and remain a mother figure to Julia and me. I was glad because I have always been attracted to her, and sex with her is the best. Jan is a much better lover than girls my age. She gives world class blow jobs and easily makes me cum with her mouth, hands, pussy, even her feet! She lets me cum inside her and all over her, all these thing plus the fact that her enthusiasm to fuck and her ability to really let go and have powerful orgasms makes her an incredible sex partner. We had been fucking for over three months when Julia returned home from college for Christmas break. Jan cautioned me that we could in no way have sex while Julia was home. I was only a bit disappointed when she told me this because I knew I would be fucking Julia during her time at home. Keeping Julia, Jan, and my girlfriend satisfied all at one time would be difficult, so getting a break from Jan worked out for the best. I also knew that after three weeks of doing without sex, Jan would be hot and ready and waiting for me. It was good to have Julia home again, we have always been good friends and gotten along well. During her three weeks back home we fucked almost every night. During the last two days Julia's break I noticed something seemed to have been bothering Jan. The day Julia left, I fully expected Jan would be dripping wet and eager to fuck, but she gave me the cold shoulder. The next day we were cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Jan was bending over putting dishes in the dishwasher. I walked up behind her and placed my crotch right on her ass, "Mmmm...ready for some desert?" Janet stood and turned to me "We have to talk about some things." "Ok" I would now find out what had been bothering her, I just hoped that she hadn't developed a guilty conscience again and say we couldn't screw anymore. We quietly finished cleaning up we sat down at the table. She was nervous but she has always been the type of person to get right to the point. "How long have you and Julia been sleeping together?" Well this caught me totally off guard and I didn't know what to say. Jan went on to tell me about how she discovered that we were lovers. The night Jan found Julia in my bed was only two days before she had to go back to school. Jan decided not to mention it while Julia was home and ruin the last two days of our time together. I decided it was best to be totally honest with her. "We started about eight months ago." "Are you in love?" "No, we just enjoy each others company, like me and you do. She knows I'm seeing others and I know she dates at college. We're okay with that, we are attracted to each other and enjoy having sex together, just like us." I hoped Jan understood. "Well, I can't sleep with you anymore. I have to figure all this out, I need to reassess my role in this house. I'm confused and I have mixed feelings. On one hand, I'm disappointed in both of you, but that is very hypocritical of me, because me and you are doing it too." Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly left the table to retreat into her room. I felt bad for Jan, she was in a tough spot. I had to do something, here I was screwing a beautiful 19 year old woman, and her hot and sexy mom. I had a great setup and had to make sure that this arrangement wasn't ruined. I lay in bed that night thinking. Thinking of what I could do make Jan not feel so guilty, and how to get her to want to fuck me again. That was the key for me, how could I get her to want to fuck again? Then it dawned on me, I didn't have to get her to want to fuck again, she still wanted to fuck me, she still loved my big cock and wanted it, I just had to convince her to not feel guilty. I've gotten to know Jan really well over the last few months. She enjoys sex and orgasms more than any other female I've ever met. Jan had got to a point that if she went four days or more without sex, she became visibly horny and sexually aggressive, and now it had been three weeks since she had any! Jan certainly knows how to have strong, loud orgasms and tease and please my big dick until she drains me completely dry. Jan even told me she gets wet at the thought of riding on my hard 9" cock. I just had to remind her of these things, and I would, tonight! After about a half an hour of planning I went downstairs to Jan's room. I was naked and I had to be careful about how this would be handled. Her emotions were very fragile now and I had to let her make the decision herself. I knocked lightly on her door, I doubted she was asleep. "Yes?" I slowly opened her door, the room was dark, the hall light was on behind me and I stood in the doorway, so that Jan could only see my silhouette. "Jan, I'm not going to come in, I just have some things I have to say. Please don't blame Julia for anything, if you have to blame someone, blame me. I have been hitting on Julia for years and she never allowed me to touch her, but I was relentless and during a weak moment, she gave in to my advances..." "...Look you always say I'm just like my dad, well Julia is just like you, she loves my big cock, she gets it honestly, you can't blame her for that." I didn't know if any of this was getting to her, but I continued. "I really don't think anyone has done anything wrong here. We are all adults now and have made our own decisions here. I have something each one of you enjoys, and you each have what I need, we just happen to live under the same roof." Jan didn't respond as she lay in the darkness of my shadow. My cock was hanging down but I kept my legs closed together so she couldn't see its shadow, until the time was right. "But right now I want to talk about us. I want you to understand that I had been dreaming about fucking you for years. I have jacked off thousands of times through the years thinking of you." I now spread my legs allowing the light behind me to cause my cock to have a shadow, I wanted Jan to see it hanging down between my legs. "You are sexier than any other female I know, and that night you came into my room and touched me, was the best night of my life." I hoped she was noticing that my cock was slowly filling with blood and rising, I continued. "Do you remember how fast you made me cum, as soon as I woke up and saw you there, and felt the way you were handling my cock, you were enjoying it so much and I exploded...maybe the strongest orgasm of my life...it was a dream come true, I get hard every time I think about it, I'm getting hard now thinking about it." My cock was now sticking straight out and was hidden to her by the shadow of my body, she couldn't see it, but if she had been paying attention she had to know I was almost completely hard, but she remained silent. "If you want to put an end to our relationship, I'll respect that, but I'll never find anyone that is as good with my cock as you are. You're the best, I mean look what you do to me, I haven't even toughed myself." With that I turned sideways. My cock was rock hard and elevated to a slight angle. Jan was still silent and I wondered if she had fallen asleep and not seen or heard anything I had been doing. I opened my hand wide and slowly guided it to my cock. I hoped this was having the effect on her I'd wanted. Slowly, I wrapped each finger around my cock, one at a time and started slowly stroking the full length of it. "I'll never forget how good you are with my cock...I'll just jack off every time I think about the way you deep throated me...Mmmm God the way you swallowed my cum... the way you moaned when we fucked and the way you came over and over again on my cock..." I was stroking my rod, still no response from Jan, my plan had failed. "Anyway, I won't bother you again." I slowly turned and walked away. I had only taken one step. "Wait a minute Shawn." I stopped and turned to the side again, still holding my cock. "Why don't bring that big cock over her to me." Hot damn! As I walked into her room she moved and sat on the side of the bed. I stepped in front of her and she quickly gobbled my cock deep down her warm throat. If you read our first story you know that she is an expert at deep throating and now, in only a matter of seconds my whole cock had disappeared in down her throat. "You love my cock don't you?" I heard a muffled "uh-huh" "God you better stop or I'm going to cum!" With that she grabbed my ass with both hands and would not let one bit of my cock escape out of her mouth. The warmth and tightness of her throat wrapped around my cock felt incredible, and the way she was rocking her head gently up and down and around while having my cock down her throat always amazed me, and made me cum hard. "I'm going to cum Jan...Oh God...AAAHHHHHHHH..." A mammoth load exploded down her throat, she never quivered as shot after shot fired directly into her stomach. When I was finally finished, her lips wrapped tightly around my cock while she slowly allowed it to exit. When my cock was fully out of her mouth it was clean, only a bit of saliva on it, and no sight of my cum was anywhere on her mouth. Damn, she is one amazing woman. I had shot such a huge load that I didn't know if I could get hard again. "It may take me awhile to recover." "That's okay, it's getting late, let's get some sleep." Jan is such an understanding and mature woman. I knew she was horny, but she was content to just bring me pleasure. We both fell fast asleep, it was 12:30. I awoke suddenly at 3. Jan and I were in the spoon position, her back against me. Her soft body was warm against mine. She had taken a shower before bed and her skin smelled clean and fresh. What was she 41, 42? And still a lovely woman to look at. She has the kind of looks that would easily carry her through her 40's. Jan doesn't have the body of a 20 year old anymore, but she was sexier than any other female I knew and she was by far my favorite fuck of my young life. As I lay there I realized how much I had come to like her. Not just fucking her, or the fantastic blowjobs, but I thought of her as one of my women, along with Julia. From the first time I met them I dreamed of fucking both of them, and now I was. I lifted my hand and ran it lightly along her exposed shoulder. She was asleep but she reacted just a bit. I started gently massaging her shoulder, arm and back and soon she was in a dreamy state, half asleep and half awake, enjoying my touches. My cock was feeling frisky and started to grow. I reached around her body and under her night shirt, cupping her breast. My cock was now pressing against her thighs as I stared kissing her back and lightly nibbling and sucking her neck. Her body was putting out more heat and I could tell that she would not turn me down. "I want you Jan." I whispered in her ear. I moved my position and I felt her move to. I was ready to enter her from the side when suddenly she whispered "Wait!" Jan got on all fours, her ass in the air, "Now..." Ah, she wanted it doggy style. We fucked like this many times, but tonight would be very special. "Smack my ass with your hand." I wasn't sure I heard her right, but I sure heard her the second time. "Smack it!" I raised my hand and gave her a nice swat. "Harder, smack it harder." I did as instructed. "oh yes." Damn, she really liked this. I smacked her again, then again, a bit harder each time. "Use your other hand to rub my clit." I rubbed her clit as I smacked each cheek in turn. "You like it when I smack your nasty ass?" SMACK "YES!" This was a side of Jan I she had never hadn't revealed to me yet. She had always been aggressive and willing to fuck or suck in any position and just about any place. But this was surprising...and exciting. "Am I a bad girl?" Now I knew what to do. "Yes, you are." SMACK. She was rubbing her clit hard against my fingers. "Am I bad for loving your big cock?" "Yes you slut." SMACK. Jan held her breath and started cumming. Her body trembles as her hot juices filled my hand. She wasn't as vocal as usual, but kept spurting out short bursts of breath. Finally she exhaled, the smell of her juices filled my nostrils. "Fuck me now." I stuck my cock in her, she was so hot and wet I easily went full depth on the first thrust. I could tell she wanted it really hard when she grabbed the headboard with both hands. I started fucking her gently and talking some shit. "Did Bart fuck you hard." "Yes" "I'm going to fuck you better than he did, you want me too don't you?" "Yes" "Beg me to fuck you harder than Bart did." "Please Shawn, fuck me harder than you dad did." This mini conversation was bringing out an animal instinct in both of us. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. "First, tell me you like my cock better than his." "Oh God Shawn I love your big cock...more than Bart's!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it made me even hornier. I started pounding her pussy hard, smacking against her ass with all the force I could generate. Jan was moaning as loud as she ever had before and she started cumming. Her juices completely soaked my cock and balls and her orgasm was very long. I continued pounding her through her orgasm. It would only be a few more minutes before I came, then another unexpected turn of events happened. "Fuck my ass." Did I hear her right? "Fuck my ass Shawn." Oh my god! I had never done this before, but I had always wondered about doing it. Jan reached her hands back and grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart. "DO IT. FUCK MY ASS NOW!" she demanded. I pulled my saturated cock out of her steaming cunt and placed the large head on target. I paused for a moment and wondered if this was going to hurt her. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...DO IT!" I plunged the head in. "OOHHH" She cried in pleasure. My cock was covered with her juice and it was all the lubrication we needed. I plunged a few more inches in. "OH GOD!" she yelled. The feeling for me was incredible. I don't know how to describe it, but it felt different from a blow job and a pussy. Her ass was warm and very tight. I slowly plowed my cock deeper and deeper into her cave, amazed that she could take it. Finally I bottomed out, my cock was being squeezed over the entire length, tightly sheathed by the walls of her anus. "FUCK ME" she reminded me. I started fucking her ass slowly at first, then harder, her cries weren't moans now, they were high pitched screams "OH GOD YESS...FUCK YES..." I hoped she would cum soon because I couldn't hold off much longer. She reached her hand down to her clit "Oh God Shawn I love your cock...Oh God Yes...OOHHHH GGGOOODDDDDD..." When Jan came juices literally squirted out of her pussy. She flooded the bed, my balls, and our legs. "I'm cumming" I yelled, and I deposited a large load deep in her ass. After we were finished Jan and I changed the sheets. She had a glow about her. We had been having great sex for months, and tonight our fucking was taken to another level. She had taught me so many things in such a short time. My dad was a lucky man to have been married to a woman that was willing to do anything to please him. And now I was lucky that she loved my cock as much as his, maybe more. I was fortunate to inherit such a wonderful gift. After that night her guilt over our situation seemed to evaporate. She joked one day that "I guess great sex and orgasms have a way of removing guilt." We fucked like animals after that, in fact our sex life was so good that I was turning down a lot of pussy at school to stay home with Jan a lot of evenings. Many times she would wear lingerie for me as we ate dinner, she would suck my cock as I ate breakfast before school, one day I went to her office for lunch and fucked her on her desk...a great period in my life. I didn't screw her ass often, maybe about twice a month, or when she was really horny. I asked her how we would deal with Julia's return home during Spring Break. "We'll have to figure out something." She said. Next, part 3. Like Father, Like Son Ch. 02 Xenia left the living room with the porno flick still playing and Nicholas standing in front of the leather sofa, waiting for her to come back. His pants had dropped and were gathered around his feet. He stepped out of them. His socks were flopping off his feet, dirty at the soles. He took the socks off and let them drop near the pants that lay in a heap on the floor. Nick couldn't deny that he wanted to know what his father's involvement with Xenia was. Obviously they were fucking—how else would she know anything about his cock? It wasn't like she was a doctor or anything. Still, Nick couldn't imagine anyone like his dad being with anyone as sexy as this woman was. Xenia barely knew him and she had given him the best blow job he'd had ever. Just the mere thought was making him hard. He stroked his cock absent-mindedly, occasionally rubbing his balls with his other hand. This was going to be different than all the girls he'd ever slept with. For one, they were all white-- well, one was Asian, or almost was, as she left before the deed could be done. But Xenia. Xenia was not only black, but she was the blackest black person he'd ever seen. Her skin was like a piece of dark chocolate, the kind that is really expensive-- and less sweet than bitter. Nick looked around the room and wondered where he should be when she returned. He sat on the chair. The leather loveseat was comfortable, but it felt sticky against his naked butt-- maybe from the hot chocolate he had spilled on it. He glanced around the room more. There was the rug, in front of the wide-screen T. V. It was off-white, shaggy-- or furry, he couldn't tell exactly which. At any rate it looked warm, inviting, and like a good place to get laid. Nick pulled his shirt and sweatshirt off and walked over to the rug. He was standing on it in his bare feet when she walked back into the room. "Are you ready?" she asked. She was naked, her sleek black body with all its curves standing before him. His cock rose, becoming longer and harder, just at the sight of her. "I see you are," she replied, with a little smile. Xenia picked up the remote and turned off the T. V. , then dropped the remote, with a clatter, on the coffee table. When she walked over to him they were standing face to face-- with her heels off, they were the same height. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "You need a hair cut," she said, tugging playfully at his hair. Then she gave him a long kiss, forcing her tongue between his lips and sucking gently. Nick returned the kiss, letting his own tongue enter her mouth. Her full lips were moist and incredibly soft. Xenia laid Nick down on the rug and kneeled over him, running her long dark fingers over his pale body. His chest was covered in soft brown hairs and punctuated by two pink nipples. She teased his nipples with her nails until they hardened. Nick started to say something, what he wasn't sure of, but she put a finger to his lips to quiet him. Next, the slim, dark woman raised herself a bit so her pussy was hovering over his face. She slid her fingers over her neatly trimmed mound and let one finger slide down the shiny black hairs, then underneath her, until the tip of her finger disappeared into her slit. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of it. The dark shiny curls, the hint of color he detected in the inner lips. He could smell her-- a musky mix of roses, sweat, and sex. He breathed in as he watched, his eyes glazed over, his cock hard. "You look like you've never seen pussy before," she said in a gentle but slightly reprimanding voice, still working her finger in and out of her pussy. She gave a slight moan, then asked him, "How old are you?" "Twenty....almost twenty-one," Nick replied, voice strained. It seemed an unlikely question considering their activity, but he was too enthralled not to comply. "Have you seen black pussy before?" Nick shook his head and swallowed hard. "So you haven't licked black pussy before either...have you?" Nick shook his head again. "Or fucked..." Nick shook his head. Xenia tilted her head to the side, arching her back slightly as the muscles in her belly tightened. With her free hand, she parted the outer lips of her pussy to reveal the deep, reddish pink inner lips. It was then Nick saw her clit, the firm, round member hooded in more deep reddish pink flesh. She was rubbing a finger of her left hand in circles on it as she fucked herself with what was now two fingers instead of one from her right hand. She bucked gracefully back and forth, fucking her fingers and moaning. Xenia started making a hissing sound, in between sighs, which would've frightened Nick if he weren't so turned on. Suddenly Nick was felt something wet spatter all over his face. Xenia was easing the massaging of her clit, but now she was groaning, as her orgasm waned. Nick was amazed. She spurted her juice all over his face. He tasted some of her juices as it trickled down into his mouth from his lip. It was salt and milk with a little bit of tang. Now his cock ached, standing stiff and upright in the open air. When her orgasm waned a bit, Xenia's attention finally turned to him. "Come hear, baby," she cooed softly, in a voice that until then, he didn't think she could have. The harshness was gone. She put her hand under his head and lowered her pussy to his lips. "Lick it, baby," she whispered. Nick let her cum-wet pussy lips meet his, then stuck his tongue out to delve in. Xenia held her pussy lips open and let his tongue dart around her inner lips and at the entrance of her slit, lapping up her juices. "That's it, baby," she whispered, moaning as she pressed herself against his face. "Eat it, baby...eat that pussy." Nick answered the encouragement by holding her firm black ass in his hands and burrowing his face deeper into her crotch. His nose rubbed against her pubic bone; His tongue searched out every area of her pussy. He sucked and licked, then lapped up the juices as Xenia came again, oozing more of her clear, tangy cum on his face. "Mmmm," she said, with a smile, running her fingertips through his hair. "I wouldn't have taken you for such a good pussy-licker. You're almost as good as your dad." Xenia lifted her cunt away from his face and moved her body down his so she was kneeling with her hips hovering over his. "Maybe you're as good a fuck, too." Before Nick could say anything, Xenia slid her cunt, wet with his spit and her pussy juice—down over his cock. He instinctively thrust up into the tight warmth. He felt the shag of the carpet tickle his lower back. She held his hands at his side as she worked her pussy up and down his shaft steadily, but Nick continued raising his hips to meet her. He groaned as he felt the veins in his cock being urgently stroked by the walls of her dark hole. Her dark brown tits were swaying back and forth as she fucked him. When she noticed him watching them, she leaned forward and forced him to take one in his mouth. He sucked at the puckered nipple and moaned as she fucked him. "Oh yeahhhh," Xenia groaned, panting as she worked. Her body came down with a thud every time she filled herself with the entire length of Nick's young white cock. She gripped her cunt muscles tight over it, just to hear him gasp. She liked the idea of taking him. She liked how compliant he was. Nick hadn't said much through the whole thing, but when he was about to cum, he told her so. He was afraid she might not be ready, that it might be too soon for her. He didn't want to upset her, especially if this could all happen again. But when he cried out, "I'm gonna cum!" Xenia tightened her cunt muscles around his cock again and worked her pussy on him as if it were spindled to his dick. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck ...ahhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh...." Nick shrieked, his face contorted, as he let go of a month's load of cum. His limbs tensed, and he thrust his hips upward, pumping spurt after spurt of thick, white sperm into her dark hole. "...give it to me...give me that cum, baby...," Xenia whispered again and again, as she milked him, bucking her body against his. Nick's body relaxed, seemed to collapse underneath her. He batted his eye lids to keep the sweat, dripping from her forehead, out of his eyes while still gazing at her. Xenia was sitting on him with his cock still in her, her long dark legs laying along side his. "Young boys get hard quick," she cooed, looking down at him, her face close to his. "Do you think you can get hard and fuck me again?" Nick gave Xenia a tired smile. "Yeah," he replied. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Miles away, Stanley Hahn was looking out the window of his office which-- from the fifth floor --gave a poor man's view of the city's business district. The snow was falling hard, hiding the grime of the smoke stacks bordering the city line. The initial clutter of traffic was waning simply because, today, smart people left work early. Stan had wanted to leave early long before news of the storm. He knew Xenia was flying in for a few days and he wanted to meet her at the airport, or at least get home early enough to stop over for a little "refreshment"—a dry martini and a wet fuck. Instead, he juggled paperwork and endured-- or dodged--endless phone calls from his wife. 10:00 am-- "I'll pick up Nicky from the airport." 12:06 pm-- "Do you think I'll be able to get Nicky from the airport before the storm hits?" 2:00 pm-- "Oh gosh, I hate to be out there picking up Nicky and get stuck in the storm." Stan got the idea from the second phone call. On the third, Stan replied. "Don't worry. Stay home. I'll ask Xenia to pick him up." This had settled Caroline immediately. How Xenia had gotten to be a trusted friend of Caroline's was as good as anybody's guess. Twenty years living in the Northeast did nothing to mentally or physically acclimate his wife to snow, but four months made Xenia someone she trusted enough to pick their only son up from the airport. Stan finally left work around 7 pm. The roads were empty except for DOT trucks that were diligently plowing and salting the roads. He navigated his way through the first few miles of his commute thinking of Xenia-- the sleek darkness of her legs, the way her nipples swelled after he sucked and bit them. The inner lips of her pussy weren't just a fleshy pink, but a deep vermilion, a color that vibrated even more when she was wet and swollen. Vermillion, from the bottom of her slit to the turgid flesh that covered her clitoris. He might be able to sneak over to Xenia's by parking his car around the corner and entering her house through the back door. He'd have to eat snow walking the tract, but it would be worth it. When he got there, he'd lick her for hours, while she tugged his hair so hard his scalp would redden and throb. He would endure the pain because he knew he would soon return it-- by flipping her over on her hands and knees, grabbing her short hair with both his hands and pulling her head back with it while ramming his cock into her. He would only turn to tenderness when he fucked her asshole, and even then, the words that would come out of both their mouths-- as he inched the length of his dick into the small, slowly relenting hole-- would be just as brutal. He couldn't get enough of her. She brought him out of a dull middle-class life into something that made him feel again. He would have her. And he would have her tonight. -to be continued- Like Father, Like Son Ch. 02 1. Russell lay naked on his bed, stroking his morning wood and replaying, not for the first time, the images of his first suck and fuck session a week ago with his son Liam. It had been a fantastic afternoon of hardcore incestuous man-to-man sex with plenty of sucking, rimming, sixty-nining and fucking and with lots of white hot spunk flying about all over the place, mostly Liam's over his father's face and chest and Russell's in his son's asshole, and Russell was only too proud that he and his ex-wife Sarah had produced such a horny sexy young man who was in love with sex as much as he was with life itself. There were a few other images working their way through Russell's mind's eye too, ever since Liam had confessed to him he'd been fucking his mother, as well as getting fucked in the ass by Sarah's strap-on. Having taken Sarah's plastic prick up his ass many times in the past when they were still married, Russell knew just how adept she was at giving maximum asshole pleasure and just the thought of Liam being fucked by his mother was enough to tip Russell over the edge and, almost without warning, he spewed out a long hot ribbon of his thick spunky jizz, luxuriating in its warmth as it ran down the shaft of his prick and over his hand before matting his pubes. "Aaaagh!" Russell cried, as he enjoyed his first wank of the day, "that was a fucking good one." He lay there for a few moments as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm and then made for the bathroom, stepping into the shower and enjoying the hot jets raining down on him as he carried out his morning ablutions. Russell was and is a true sexaholic, the pleasures of the flesh being what life was all about, as far as he was concerned, and despite having relieved his balls of his spunk only a quarter of an hour or so earlier, he was raring to go again as he stepped out the shower and began to towel himself down. "If I don't get my rocks off with my lad again soon," Russell mused to himself as he pulled on a vest and shorts, preparatory to going out for his regular early morning run, "I'm gonna go fucking crazy. And I want to hear more about what he gets up to with his mom." Almost without thinking, Russell reached for the phone and punched in Liam's mobile number. He didn't want to phone the landline in case his ex-wife answered; as yet, he had no idea whether or not Liam had inveigled Sarah with details of what they had got up to on that momentous day when Russell had visited and Sarah had fortuitously gone off shopping, leaving Russell and Liam alone and they had thrown away their doubts and got down to some seriously hardcore father and son sex. Liam answered after a couple of rings and Russell felt his cock start to harden again inside his shorts at the sound of his son's sexy voice. "Hi, son," he said, "you doing anything this morning?" "Oh, hi dad," replied Liam, his voice full of surprise and pleasure that the caller was his father, "I was thinking of going for a jog in the woods. Why, you got something else in mind?" he finished, a lascivious tone creeping into his voice. "Might have," said Russell, "in fact, I'm going for a jog myself. How d'you fancy joining me?" "Sure would, dad," Liam replied, "where shall I meet you?" "Meet me by the car park at the start of the woods," replied Russell. "And son," he added, as if he had just thought of what he was about to say. "Yes, dad?" "Wear the tightest pair of shorts you've got. I want to see and feel that lovely ass of yours in them again." "And there's me thinking you just wanted to go for a run," laughed Liam. "OK, dad, I'll sort out a pair now. I think my blue soccer shorts are the tightest pair I've got. They give mom quite a thrill too when she sees me in them." Russell was stroking the bulge in his shorts which had grown considerably since he started the conversation with his son. He knew from past experience that Sarah was a bit of an ass fetishist herself - in fact, more than a bit - and would no doubt enjoy seeing her son's ass in a tight pair of shorts, too. "I'd love to see you and your mom in action some time," said Russell, "I want to hear more about what the two of you get up to." "Gee, dad," replied Liam, "you are one sex-mad son-of-a-bitch. Don't ever change, will you?" "Sure fucking won't," replied Russell, "not when I've got such a horny sexy son like you. I'm the proudest dad in the world." "Thanks, dad, I love you too," said Liam. "Now, are we going to sit here all day talking on the phone or are we going to get on with things?" "See you and that great ass of yours in about half an hour, son." They terminated the conversation and Russell closed the door of the house and got in the car and accelarated away on the short journey to the woods. Simultaneously, back at the house he shared with his mother, Liam fumbled in his closet and found the shorts in question. They were indeed the tightest skimpiest pair he possessed and as he pulled them on around his ample buns, he checked his ass in the wall mirror to make sure they fitted as snugly as possible. Then he went downstairs to the kitchen where his mother was making a pot of tea ... 2. Sarah smiled and licked her lips as Liam entered the kitchen, casting approving looks at her sexy son, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toes and taking in not just his fabulous-looking ass but every bit of him, his perfect calves, his strong muscular legs protruding from his shorts and his broad shoulders enhanced by a matching blue-covered bum-freezer vest. Sarah loved seeing her son in sports kit just as much as she did nude when they had sex, like the night before when it had felt as if Liam had completely destroyed her cunt with all the pokes it had received from his young but experienced prick. Now, as she feasted her eyes on the spectacular visual delights of her son's tight shorts-clad bum, her pride and love in him once again bubbled to the surface as Liam went over to the fridge to get some ice-cold water, aware that his mother's eyes were digging into his round muscular buttocks. "Goodness, sweetheart," Sarah said, "how on earth did you manage to get into a pair of shorts that tight?" "Easy, mom," Liam replied, turning round and enjoying showing Sarah the bulge in his shorts just as much as he did his ass, "I'm gonna go out for a run, now," he continued, taking a swig of the water from a tumbler into which he had poured it. "What, no suck this morning?" said Sarah, teasingly. Liam loved being sucked off by his mother - and loved licking her pussy, too - but he was eager to sample his father's cock-sucking and ass-licking skills again. "Mom," he said, "we had a great time last night and we'll have another great time tonight so you'll just have to be patient." "Who was that on the phone?" said Sarah, changing the subject abruptly, "don't tell me nobody because I have very good hearing." "In that case, mom," said Liam, "you'll know very well who it was." "Your dad," Sarah replied. "Are you meeting him now?" "Sure am, mom," replied Liam, "we're going jogging together." "You shouldn't wear shorts that tight in front of your dad," said Sarah, "you'll get him turned on and who knows then what might happen?" Liam smiled at his mother. "Don't tell me you wouldn't like it to happen, mom," he said, "I bet you'd love to see me and dad in action." "Yes, well maybe I would," Sarah replied. "Now get going, if you are going, otherwise I might just have to pull those shorts of yours down this very minute." "I'll be all yours this evening, mom," Liam said, "and then I'm gonna fuck you until you scream for mercy." "Can hardly wait, sweetheart," his mother replied, "I just love your big prick in my cunt. By the way," she added, almost as an afterthought, "I'm going shopping later so I might not be back until late. I'll leave something in the fridge for you to eat." "Thanks, mom, but don't you ever get tired of going shopping? You spent all day at them just a few days ago." "Men!" said Sarah, giggling, "there's no point me explaining, you lot will never understand. Now go, otherwise I will have those shorts of yours off before you can blink." Liam smiled again and headed for the door, letting himself out and walking down the drive to the gate. Sarah moved swiftly over to the window to get another view of Liam's ass as he walked away, licking her lips as she watched the two firm cheeks rubbing together inside his shorts which were, indeed, so tight it looked to Sarah's fancy as if her son's ass was bare and had merely been painted blue. When Liam got to the gate, he turned, smiled and blew his mother a kiss, and then took up a jogging gait as he made his way to the woods to meet his father, leaving Sarah to her own devices ... 3. Russell parked the car at the entrance to the woods, pleased to see there were no other cars there and the woods were silent apart from the singing birds high up in the trees, and sat back to await the arrival of his son. He didn't have to wait long; five minutes after arriving, he saw the sturdy figure approaching through the woods and as the young man drew nearer, Russell's cock got hard and his mouth watered with pleasant anticipation. Just the sight of Liam's young masculine body pleased Russell and he started to think of all the wonderful things they would soon be doing to each other. "Fucking hell," Russell mused to himself, "I know I asked him to wear the tightest pair of shorts he had but these ones are practically non-existant." Russell climbed out the car, his eyes taking in the obscene but paradoxically beautiful bulge in the front of Liam's shorts. Even without a full hard-on, Liam's shorts were so tight that they tented out at the front considerably and Russell found himself wondering how many women - and men, too - he had turned on as he ran through the town on his way to the woods. "Hi son," Russell said, kissing Liam on the lips to which his son eagerly responded. Since there was nobody about, they felt quite OK snogging out in the open. When they broke free of the kiss, Russell took a step back and gazed admiringly at Liam. "Boy oh boy, son," he said, "you certainly have worn a lovely tight pair of shorts. You look so sexy." "So do you, dad," replied Liam. "Now, are we going for a jog or not?" "You go first, son," said Russell, "I want to watch your ass working." "My ass really turns you on, don't it, dad?" said Liam, turning and starting to head off into the woods, breaking into a trot. "There's no better sight in the world than a nice pair of male ass cheeks accentuated by a tight pair of shorts," replied Russell. Liam smiled over his shoulder and began to increase the pace, running deep into the woods on his strong athletic legs. Father and son jogged together for over half an hour or more, their respective breaths coming in short sharp gasps as they got into the exercise, before Liam slowed down to allow his father to catch him up. "I gotta have a piss, dad," Liam said, making his way off the path and heading into the bushes, the brambles scraping across his legs. Russell followed and watched fascinated as Liam reached up the right leg of his shorts, took out his prick and immediately let fly with a steady stream of hot steaming piss up against the trunk of a tree. The crystal clear urine splashed against the bark, leaving a long dark stripe as it splashed to the ground, the atmosphere in the copse becoming acrid with the odour of freshly-produced piss. "Such a lot, son," said Russell as he watched the seemingly never-ending stream as his son continued to pee for what seemed an age but eventually it came to an end and Liam shook the last drops away and smiled at his father. "Enjoy seeing that, dad?" "Fucking did, son," replied Russell. "Come round to my place sometime and you can piss over me." "Will do, dad," said Liam, "or we can go back to mine and mom's place and do it there. Mom's gone shopping, as usual." "What, again?" said Russell, incredulously. "That's women for you, dad," replied Liam, "so we'll be quite safe there for hours. I've never pissed over a man before." "Who have you pissed over, son?" "Who do you think, dad?" Russell's excitement reached fever pitch as he realised to whom Liam was referring. Sarah had been into the occasional watersports action during their marriage, she and Russell had pissed over each other a few times, but the thought of his ex-wife being sprayed with pee from their son was overwhelming. "Never mind me being a sex-mad son-of-a-bitch," said Russell, "I think the same applies to you too, son." "With parents like you, its not surprising I've inherited the family love of sex." "Pleased to hear it, son," said Russell, watching Liam stroking his prick which he hadn't bothered returning to his shorts after he'd finished relieving himself. "I don't wanna go home yet, dad," said Liam, his prick now fully on the horn and poking delightfully out the leg of his shorts, "why don't you give my ass some attention, since you like it so much?" Russell didn't need to worry about throwing caution to the wind, he'd cruised in these woods and had al fresco sex with lots of strangers over the years - both men and women - but sex out in the open on a glorious summer day with his own son would be a new experience he just couldn't pass up. One of the joys of outdoor sex was the danger of being discovered and that only helped to spur him on. Russell didn't waste a second accepting his son's invitation and moved round and knelt down behind Liam who pushed his backside into his father's face. "Son, your ass is magnificent," Russell said, "it ought to be a Grade 1 Listed Structure." "Thanks, dad," said Liam, giggling, "do what you like to it." Russell buried his face in Liam's ass and began to kiss every inch of his son's tight blue shorts, slurping his tongue over the globe-like arcs of Liam's bottom and licking along the crack into which the seam in the material of the shorts dented erotically. "I know you like seeing my ass in my shorts, dad," said Liam, "but this'll be more fun. Take a look at this." Russell rested back on his haunches and watched as Liam inserted his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and quickly slid them down until they languished around his ankles. The shorts had been so tight that a jock strap had not been necessary and Liam's now bare ass stood out firm and round in all its youthful beauty, Liam completely absorbed in the excitement and knowledge that the person ogling his naked ass was his own father ... 4. Russell's prick was straining the material of his shorts as he watched Liam spread his ass cheeks. He reached up the right leg and released it into the atmosphere, letting his cum-filled balls dangle free as well. Then unable to resist the temptation, not that he had had any intention of resisting, Russell opened his mouth, sent out his hot wet tongue and plunged it deep into his son's tight sweaty fuck hole. "Oh yeah, dad," Liam cried, "that feels so good. I love you licking my ass, you're tongue is just as hot as mom's." Russell, of course, had never seen his wife rimming his son but it wasn't difficult for him to conjure up images of the two of them enjoying some hot taboo mother and son sex and, at that moment in time, he couldn't have felt hornier if he tried. As Russell tugged on his prick, careful not to wank too hard since he didn't want to blow his load just yet, he simultaenously ran his tongue up and down the gash between Liam's buns, his cock in one hand and reaching out with the other through Liam's legs to fondle his son's prick and balls. "Fuck dad," said Liam, after a good ten minutes of non-stop incestuous rimming, "you almost made me cum then. But I'd like to cum in your ass." "Let me suck you first, son," said Russell, standing and pulling off his vest and kicking his shorts away from his ankles. Liam did likewise until both father and son were naked apart from their trainers and socks. Russell knelt down in front of Liam and quickly took him into his mouth. Liam's manflesh was just as delicious as his father remembered it from their first session a week ago, the young man's schlong sliding smoothly over Russell's tongue and awakening tastebuds in the older man that, before last week, had lain dormant for far too long. The feeling of Liam's smooth prick sliding effortlessly over Russell's tongue and taking a deep dive into the darkest recesses of his father's mouth was breathtaking. This was also a great place to have sex, thought Russell, a nice shady glade on a hot sunny day with lots of leisurely rimming and sucking and he giggled as the words of a Gershwin song floated through his mind. Who could ask for anything more? Russell sucked as if there was no tomorrow while Liam's grunts rose to a crescendo, drowning out the singing of the birds in the sun-drenched trees. The way Russell flicked his tongue over the head of his son's prick made Liam throw back his head and howl like a banshee on heat while both their rocks were getting hotter all the time. Watching his father spit-polishing his proud erection was a real turn-on and both of them knew that they had found the perfect gay sex partner, even if they were blood-related. "You ready for a fuck now, dad?" asked Liam, pulling his prick out of his father's mouth and holding it aloft in his hand, his big balls glistening in the sunshine. "Sure am," said Russell, standing and bending over, arcing his back so that his ass stood out provocatively as he waited for the incestuous plundering. "Stick that big prick of yous up my ass, son, like you did the other day. I really need a good fucking." "Let me lick your ass first, dad," said Liam, "get it lubricated a bit." Russell gasped as his son's red hot tongue worked its way into his asshole. After five minutes' worth of rimming, Liam spat some spit into Russell's hole and worked it further in with his fingers. Then he stood up and plunged his offspring prick into his father's fuck tunnel with firm steady strokes, his balls slapping Russell's ass cheeks with each thrust. Russell sighed happily as he adjusted himself to the penetration and then began to push his ass back and forth as Liam sent his throbbing dick diving deep into the bottomless abyss of his father's beautiful ass. Russell was in paradise, he loved being fucked by a nice hard prick, even better when the prick in question just happened to be that of his own sex-mad son. His aching nuts had been driving him crazy since he'd woke up that morning but, at long last, he was now on the receiving end of one of the hottest fucks he had ever had. What a glorious way to spend a horny summer's day! "Yeah, fuck that ass, son, don't stop," said Russell. "Harder!" Liam upped the tempo as he pressed deeper and harder into Russell's ass, enjoying the sensation as the walls of his dad's butt tightened around his incestuous prick. It was proving to be one-hell-of-a-fuck for both of them as Liam fucked the shit out of his father who, likewise, was revelling in the sheer joy of the mind-numbing attack on his ass from his own much-loved son. Both men's hot rocks were getting incandescent and they knew that it wouldn't be long now before the lava erupted out of them. Sure enough, seconds later, Liam let out a loud groan and came his load deep in his father's ass. Russell laughed with pride and joy as he luxuriated in the warmth of his son's sticky delicious spunk flooding his innards as Liam withdrew and stood back with his sated cock in his hand. Russell stood up and turned and immediately blew a load over Liam's chest, coating it in a thick hot ream of white spunky jizz. "Bloody hell, son," said Russell, looking down at Liam's temporarily spunk-disfigured chest and feeling really pleased with himself to have given his son so much of his love juice, "you certainly know how to fuck for one so young. I think I'm gonna have to learn how to walk straight all over again." Like Father, Like Son Ch. 02 Russell leaned down and began to lick the mess which was his own sperm from Liam's chest, wiping it clean and savoring the salty taste as he lapped it onto his tongue. Then they both pulled on their shorts and vests as they prepared to leave the copse. "We'll come back here again soon, eh son?" said Russell, his asshole red raw and still feeling delightfully sore from the heavy pounding it had received from Liam's talented tool, an act that was not so much a fuck, more a demonstration of the intense love that the father and son had for each other. "I'd like that, dad," said Liam, "its great doing it outdoors. But if you want me to piss over you, we'd better get off home." "Yeah," said Russell, uncertain which home Liam meant, his dad's or his mom's, "and when we're back, you can tell me more about what you and your mom get up to. Russell was already horny again at the very thought of that and of some hot watersports action and, again, the sight of his son's ass in his shorts as Liam jogged along in front of him, got him hard again within minutes. There was no grunting and groaning now, however, as they both bided their time till they were back behind closed doors, Only instead the sound of Russell and Liam's steady breathing and the singing of the birds high up in the trees ...