0 comments/ 15361 views/ 11 favorites Like Son, Like Father By: sarahsmith1989 "Yes! Oh god!" I moaned. My ankles were resting on my man's shoulders. He was pounding me missionary and made sure I had came before he pulled out and stroked his cannon on my face. He blanketed me in cum, then rolled off. I liked fucking him, but this was the part I did not like. He was obsessed with giving me a facial at the end, but it was just gross for me. He came so much, not only was it a weird feeling, but sometimes it'd get in my eye and burn like hell. He loved it though, and I loved him, so I let him do it. Usually after he came he wanted to sleep. I did too, but I had a mess caked on my cheeks I needed to clean off before I could. This night after he blew on my face I got out of bed and headed for his bathroom. I skimmed off a little so I could see better. I started to get dressed. "Nah babe, no one will be out there." He told me. I stopped what I was doing, I had only put my underwear on. I cracked open his door to survey the scene. He was right, it was like a ghost town out there. I pushed open the door and dashed down the hallway to the washroom. My tits bouncing in the open air as I made my way there. I rushed into his bathroom going straight for the roll of toilet paper hanging on the wall. I spun out a couple squares and gave the end of the strip a tug loose. I balled up the tissue and rubbed it on my face. I cleared off most of the jizz and tossed the tissue into the toilet. I then turned to the sink and splashed some water on my face getting the already dried stuff off. When I was satisfied with my cleanliness, I flushed the toilet, and exited the bathroom. When I made the turn out of the bathroom to go back to him, I saw a figure coming up the stairs... "Hi Stacey, I didn't know you were still here." It said. I froze my big tits jiggling to a stop. It was my boyfriends father. I wanted to run to my man's room without a word, but I felt my lips moving: "Hi Mr. Smith, I was just heading to bed." I said. "Oh I didn't know you were plan-." He stopped mid-sentence as he reached the peak of the steps, fully viewing my state of undress. He quickly covered his eyes with a hand. "I'm sorry to see you like this Stacey, I should go." "No, this is my fault, this is your house, your son just said no one would be up. So I-" I apologized to his apology. "You're sorry?" He interrupted, lowering his hand. "Where is my son now?" "Just in his room still." I replied. The man grinned at me. "I've always been jealous you know. My son gets to fuck eight-teen year olds, but I am too old to even talk to them anymore." He said. "You are so pretty, your blonde hair and blue eyes, you are perfect." I blushed at his compliments. "I can't believe your big tits hang on that petite frame, and finally seeing them bare, I almost forgot how perky everything was on girls your age." He went on. "Your son, he takes after you, I mean if we weren't so far apart in age, I'd definitely go after you." I said, he deserved at least a partial compliment now. "Age is just a number." He said, reaching his hand out to grab a tit. "...And they are so firm too." "Oh Mr. Smith, you shouldn't do that, your son is just down the hall." I warned. "He is asleep though, right?" He reached out his other hand to grab my other breast. "Um, he is, but still, I am half your age!" "Do my hands really feel any different than the boys you've had?" He asked. "Actually, they feel better." I was moaning now, my body starting to give into his. He stepped even closer to me. He put his lips on mine, moving one of his hands down to my crotch. He kissed me deeply as he pulled my panties to the side and began his exploration of my slit. "Looks like my son got you ready for me, how considerate." He smiled, as he broke our kiss. "My daughter is away for college." He whispered as he pushed me into the room at the top of the hallway. He fell onto me knocking me on top of the strange bed. He stood up, looking down at me. He started undoing his pants, "now be a good girl and get me ready too." He ordered. With that he removed his belt and pulled out a thick nine inches. It resembled his son's, but much hairier, and had more veins. Like the rest of him it just looked like an older version. He stroked the semi-hard cock at me as he kicked off his pants and boxers. He joined me on the bed, straddling my chest. He pushed himself at my mouth, and I opened, partially force of habit, but as I said I was now enjoying his advances. The fat cock made its way past my lips as he began to thrust. It hit the entrance to my throat as it began to swell. The man continued to fuck my face. As the beast grew in my mouth I started to choke. "Cute!" Mr. Smith said. My discomfort provided him with only this pause, though. He continued to thrust as his head burst into my throat. "Hm your mouth feels so warm." He told me. He played with my tits as he fucked my mouth. He was really enjoying himself. I loved being dominated like this. A strange cock pushing itself down my throat, and a new pair of mitts squeezing my tits felt great. He continued thrusting into my throat as I joined his moaning. His cock was dragged from my mouth. I could feel the rim of his head as it throbbed out of my throat. After leaving my lips it was rubbed on my nipples. "I want to feel what my son does." He said, reaching behind himself to rub my pussy. "I want to feel his dad." I purred. He slid backwards and stood at the end of the bed. He stood between my legs and gave them a yank scooting my ass to the bed's edge. I reached down to grab his throbbing meat. I held it at my entrance for a split second. Little did he know, many girls my age have a fantasy of being taken by an older man. It is just too taboo to pursue, but being alone, it was easy for me to be seduced. I pulled him into my awaiting slit. My joy best described by the look on his face. I closed my eyes and let loose a series of moans as he took over pushing his rod into my wet hole. It slid and squished its way as he pumped it into me. It throbbed against my pussy's walls, he felt so great. I covered my mouth in attempt to stifle my screaming orgasm, I did not want to alert his son. He pushed into me, humping me through my orgasm. He also feared I might wake his son so when my next one came he was ready. He held one of his daughters old stuffed animals over my face to cover my mouth. I screamed out all the air in my lungs, but thanks to the furry little penguin being held over my mouth, all that reached the room was a muffled moan of pleasure. The man humped me to several more orgasms using the animal all the while to quiet my moans and screams. I guess it was no longer my turn, and now his to feel climax. "I'm going to burst." Mr. Smith told me. I assumed he would do as his son and pull out to fire it on my face but he just kept humping. Oh a cream pie? I thought, I liked those, but had only felt them through a condom before. I was not on the pill and didn't want to become a cliche teen mother. I wanted this strong older man to do to me whatever he wished. I would deal with any consequences afterwards, but now my body was his. With a groan I could feel his load rushing into me. A cocktail of his seed and my own cum mixed inside me as he pulsed away. The pleasure in his eyes at filling up his son's girl contributed to another orgasm on my part. He pulled out when it stopped. My panties reverted back to somewhat their previous position without him to pull them aside. "God, it is good to feel young again." Mr. Smith told me. I purred, "You need to teach you son some of that magic." With that we shared a smile. "Speaking of him, you better get back before he notices you are gone." Instructed the man before me. He was right, as much as I wanted to curl up with this new man, I had to retire to his son's room or deal with the potential drama. Mr. Smith and I said our goodbyes as we retired to different rooms. I was pleased to find my man snoozing away. When I crawled into his bed he woke momentarily to wrap an arm around me and plant a peck on my cheek. Thank god he wasn't feeling frisky, he would have certainly noticed the excess of cum still dripping from my snatch. Like Son, Like Father Ch. 02 My father had taken a new wife, a total M.I.L.F. She was a bit younger than him, but had a good decade on me, an eighteen year old guy. My new mom's name was Claudia, a tall blonde, model type, with all the right curves. Her best feature was a massive set of DDs, her ass wasn't all that bad either. Her look was completed by a near perfect coating of makeup to accent her blue eyes and big soft lips. Needless to say, my father did not marry for money, she basically just sat around our house during the day. Waiting for my dad to get home so she could fulfil her wifely duties. My father did not make a tonne of money, but he kept us very comfortable. He was an accountant and would work Monday to Friday, 9:00am to 5:00pm. I was home from school at around 3:00pm, leaving a window of time that I spent alone with my new step-mom. This was probably the most awkward two hours of my day, my step-mom had zero personality. She would make the effort to be a mother and would always have a snack waiting for me when I got home. This helped our alone time to be much more bare-able for me. We would sit together in the living room, she would watch me eat and I would get an eyeful of her mature beauty between bites. "So Davey, did you have a good day at school?" Claudia asked me. "It was alright, I guess, nothing really happened." I forced out between bites. "Nothing? It can't be any more 'nothing' than I experience cooped up at home all day." "Well, I guess somethings did happen, it's just the same four classes over and over everyday." This was pretty much how every afternoon began between us, however this particular one featured a little different ending. "Honestly does that school teach you anything?" Claudia asked. "They try I guess, the classes just aren't interesting." I said. "I get good grades so dad isn't angry, but nothing in the lessons really grabs me. It's not like they don't try to teach me, they just don't give me an incentive so I don't put in the effort to learn." I had now put down my snack paying full attention to her. Watching her face, I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Incentive? What kind of incentives do you think they should give?" Claudia asked. "Umm, I'm not sure." I responded. "Well how do you like to spend your time with your friends?" "Play sports I guess." "Okay you like to play sports with your male friends, but what do you like to do with your girlfriends?" "Oh. Ahh, I don't think that's a proper topic of conversation for a son to have with his mother." "Don't be so bashful, I'm just your step-mother, if your dad hadn't married me I'd just be another girl as far as you're concerned." Trying to avoid detailed descriptions, "you know what boys and girls do together, you probably had boyfriends in high school, I probably did the same things they did." She started to chuckle, "honey, there's no way the girl's let you act that way!" I loved it when my step-mom laughed. She was distracted enough to let me stare at her tits and they would bounce for extra entertainment! Although her bouncing chest was a nice consolation prize, I was still kind of insulted by her quick dismissal of my experience with girls. "Don't act like you know what I've done!" I was getting a little ticked. "I'm not, I just know what I was like in high school, I doubt the girls now a days are anything like I was." Claudia said. "You might be surprised." I started to grin. Punctuated by her giggles, "not much surprises me anymore!" Nothing explicit had entered our exchange. Our conversation had nonetheless devolved into a discussion of a sexual nature. Not only did I receive verbal stimulation, I also had the opportunity to stare at some big jiggling jugs that afternoon. Try to put yourself in my position? Could you have spoke about sex with a beautiful older woman, made her laugh, watched her body move when you did, and still remained flaccid? Lust forced me to become more confident, "try me! You couldn't handle eighteen year olds these days!" "Is that a challenge?" Claudia asked, making no excuses now as she stared at my bulging shorts. "Like what you see?" I asked with a grin. "Then come get some." Claudia made her way across the room placing a hand on my crotch. "Your father will be home at five, we'll have to be quick." She whispered in my ear. Claudia grabbed my collar pulling me from the couch and leading me down the hall to her room. She pushed me down on her bed. She stood before me as her dainty hands began to remove her house coat. Opening the floral designed piece of cloth, she allowed it to fall off her shoulders. She stood there completely nude, I found myself wondering how her mammoth breasts had remained insanely perky over the years. Claudia grabbed at my pants after deeming she had displayed herself for long enough. She yanked off my shorts. Wanting to spend as much time in the nude with her as I could I hastily removed my t-shirt. She looked at me and smiled before dropping her mouth on my dick. She had a ridiculous head game, I rifled through my mind for a comparison but no girls in my memory came close to even half as good. Her full lips felt so soft as they massaged my shaft. Her warm mouth housed an expert tongue. She hummed while she went to work, I let out moan after moan drowning out any noise she could have possibly created. I reached my hands to the back of her head, gathering her hair and pulling it out of her eyes while she sucked. I held her hair in a bundle over her head as I lightly urged her to take my cock deeper. This was my hands usual resting place, but for once they had a job. Claudia gave in to the subtle pressure almost fully deep-throating me. Her throat, so tight and wet, wrapped around my cock was a feeling I'll never forget. Considering the time restraints, I wanted to get right to the main event but I thought her amazing show deserved some reciprocation. Gently I pulled her head up to mine, kissing her forehead as if to say 'thank you'. The real thank you was yet to come as I urged her to lie on her back and kissed my way down her perfectly formed figure. I soon arrived at my destination as I dove face first into her pussy. Too many girls my age shave themselves completely bare, I do appreciate certain parts to be hairless, but I loved the light tickling my nose received as it brushed through her landing strip. I munched away savouring her juices as they flowed into my mouth. Just from sucking, she had already made herself incredibly wet. I could have stayed down there forever, but again time restraints. As much as I loved exploring her cunt with my tongue, my cock could barely wait for its opportunity I climbed my way up her body giving her a deep kiss so she could taste the sweetness. I reached down to help guide myself inside of her. With a thrust of my hips our flesh met. The feeling was even better than I imagined. Like a million times better than my first time, her pussy just felt so soft, fitting my cock like a glove. Somehow she was immeasurably tighter than any girl my age. I had completely lost myself exploring her wonders, but something shook me back to reality. I heard my father's car as it pulled into our driveway. I panicked sensing that we were about to get caught, but Claudia's face looked as calm as ever. "Inside me baby." She instructed me. Despite hearing the wheels of my fathers car roll to a stop I managed to redirect my focus to his wife. I sped up my pace encouraging my tightening balls to deliver their juices. I pumped into her with this new found pace. "Cum for me baby!" She demanded. Something began to stir in my scrotum, I could feel it shoot through my shaft. I delivered a huge load into Claudia. I slumped on to her catching my breath as I recovered from my orgasm. She pushed me off of her. "You have to go, your dad can't catch you here." She reminded me. I almost fell over as I danced my way back into my shorts. I turned to Claudia giving her a wave before I backed out of the doorway. I closed her door at almost the exact moment my father entered the house. Still putting on my shirt I moved down the hall and slipped into my room.