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.
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AuthorSome Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy Archives
May 2020
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