Dad doesn’t expect any messing about when he comes home from work. He needs to unwind, and the best way to do that is by fucking my ass good and hard. So I always make sure it’s ready for him - douched with a smidgen of lube applied, bared and invitingly presented. There won’t be much in the way of affection involved. He’ll slide straight up then break into a rut, hammer away until he blows his nut, drenching my guts with family muck. It’s a good honest shafting and I love every second, wishing that it would last longer than it does. But Dad makes up for it after his dinner, when he takes his time over the second fuck, screwing me senseless in all manner of positions.
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Dad told me that if I didn’t mow the lawn then I could forget about my weekly allowance. Well it’s a fair sized lawn and it tends to take hours of boring tedium to complete the job. So I’ve come up with this as an alternative plan, knowing fine well the old hound is watching. It will result in me being bored for hours, but it won’t be tedious in the slightest, as it will be a big daddy dick boring my ass after his tongue has attended to it. It’s the same every Sunday when Mum visits her sister - Dad comes up with a chore he knows I’ll hate, and I come up with alternative way of earning my allowance. Not that I need to be paid for it. I love being fucked by my stud of a father, and would happily forsake my allowance in favour of his cock. Dad of course knows this, but he still prefers to play the game - a little teasing foreplay to spice up the subsequent hours of incestuous fun. It looks arguably innocent - opening his shirt to keep cool in the heat, head dropped, not looking around to see if anyone is admiring him. But I know my dad, and I know this is intentional. He knows fine well my bus is pulling in, and this is his way of welcoming me home. He’s letting me see part of what I’ve been missing during my week away. He’s letting me know he’s missed me as well, and that I’m in for one hell of a weekend - a non-stop riot of incestuous sex, with that God given man I have for a father fucking my brains out between bouts of being worshipped by my adoring tongue. Doesn’t he look magnificent. My heart swells with pride every time I see my son. And when I see him naked, my cock swells as well. He makes me so hard, turning me on like no other man. That could have been a problem, but thankfully it’s the opposite. He wants my cock hard and he wants it inside him. And being a good dad, I never deny him, screwing him ragged on a daily basis, usually more than the once. I’ll be fucking him again once he’s finished in the bathroom, but first I’m going to eat him out and make a meal of that fabulous ass. The business trips was a big success, culminating with the signing of a lucrative deal. And to celebrate, my brother drove here to join me, meeting me in the lobby of the hotel where I’m staying. After a week apart, we headed straight to my room, and within a matter of seconds both of us were naked, fencing with tongues as I pressed against his body. There’s Champagne on ice, but that can wait. We’ll toast my success after the first fuck, which will probably happen here in the hallway - a knee trembler from behind. Looks like Mum’s off for another of her gossipy lunches that thankfully last all afternoon. I can tell this from the clothes Dad’s wearing, and the size of the bulge in his shorts, which I know for a fact is natural, the man being wonderfully blessed. It’ll probably be another hour before I get my hands on it all, but he likes to advertise in advance and have me silently howling like a bitch on heat, gagging to expose even more meat - chew on his nipples, suck on his cock, then have the big stud slowly take charge and spend a few hours pounding my ass. As you can imagine, I can barely wait. In the meantime, I hover around and sneak the odd glance. God, would you look at him! He’s such a tease. And that man can fuck as good as he looks, which when combined with his insatiable appetite for young male ass, and how turned on he gets doing supposedly taboo things, makes me the luckiest son in the world - screwed to delirium on a regular basis by my not so straight incestuous dad. I don’t see a problem with doing a little advertising, and this tends to work a treat. l’m sure Dad will be joining me any minute and these shorts will be pulled further down. I’ll get rimmed and I’ll get fucked, I’ll get bred with daddy muck. I’ll get exactly what I want from my big hunky father. And he’ll get exactly what he wants from me, so a good result all round. It was three years ago today when the big event happened. My son was tinkering in the yard with our old beat up truck and I was watching him with a boner in my pants having mentally stripped him naked - the tight jeans he was wearing making the job easy, the denim clinging like a second skin. Of course I didn’t know then it was all for my benefit, and my son wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was positioned like this, really flaunting the goods, then he looked over his shoulder to catch me gawping, eyes fixed to his ass. ‘Why don’t I take the jeans off, Dad? I think you’d like the view even better. And you can do more than look. You can do whatever you like.’ Well how could I refuse an offer like that. Not that my son gave me a chance to turn him down. He stripped naked and presented his ass, and a moment later I was behind him, burying my face in those big meaty buns, spreading them wide and tonguing him deep, getting his chute nice and slick for the cock than soon went up him. The first fuck was frantic lasting only a few minutes, then for decency sake we went into the house and screwed for the rest of the day. Screwed every day since in lots of different places, keeping things fresh with variation. But here we are back in the yard, taking a walk down memory lane, although I’ll take more than a few minutes over the job this time as we celebrate our anniversary in style. I’m feeling quite thirsty, and I see that Dad has a bottle of water. And I’ll have a quick sip before seeing what else Dad has to offer. Quite a lot. I know that look he’s giving me. I should do, as I tend to see it most days. My randy Dad is feeling horny again, and I’ll be spending the next few hours with his cock inside me. Yeah I know. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. But Dad will be home any time soon and I want to make sure I grab his attention. This has never failed to work. Dad will insist I come indoors, but that’s where the protest will stop. He can never resist the sight of my ass, and within minutes his tongue will be up it, reaming real deep and preparing my chute for his massive daddy dick. |
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May 2020
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