Then with hazel eyes locked on my father’s pair, I gave his armpit an adoring lick. He hissed in a breath as I quivered all over. It was another of those electrifying moments. For me, it was the heady scent that the oxter hair trapped, plus the salty tang of my father’s sweat... and then there was the symbolism of the act, which I found a serious turn on when engaging like this with a man like Dad.
Extract from 'Part of the Family Job'
Weekends at home have become so much fun now that I’ve turned eighteen. Dad always has chores to do in the garden, and I help him out. With the weather so fine, he takes off his shirt as he builds up a sweat. Then having teased me for an hour or so, we go to the shed, and he allows me to lick all the sweat off. Then he builds up another sweat, fucking me senseless for the first of many times.
“Okay. That’s your mum gone at last. Now crawl over here, pull back the robe, and take a good look at what Daddy’s got for you to play with.”
“You took your time! But now that you’ve finally plucked up the courage to open the door I’ve always left open. Take off your clothes, and come join Daddy in the bath.”
He might be a cop, but he’s also a bad man. Tam knows fine well that his son is nuts about his chest, so he’s making a point of flaunting it. And he also knows that Finlay is nuts about his cock, which is just as well, because Tam is about to get it out and ram it up his son’s tight ass.
Dad works long hours during the week, so he likes to lie late on a Sunday morning. Mum goes to church, and while she’s out the house, I always took Dad a cup of coffee to drink in bed. I’m a dutiful son, and he deserved the odd treat. And it’s not that I didn’t get a treat as well, checking out my father’s big butch chest, then going for a wank straight afterwards.
His chest was all I got to see until recently. But with my eighteenth birthday approaching, I started to find Dad in more revealing situations, with the sheets covering progressively less of his body with each Sunday that passed.
I celebrated the big birthday on Friday, and look what I found today when I took Dad his coffee. No sheets at all, just a hand, which Dad removed from his genitals to place behind his head.
“Put the coffee down, boy. Let’s not waste any more time with all that nonsense. You’ve wanted this for a while, and so have I. We’ve got an hour before your mum comes back - enough for your first suck on a cock, and for me to take your sweet anal cherry. We’ll have more time later, though. Now that you’re legal, we’ll go for a drink while Sunday lunch is being cooked. It won’t be booze you’re drinking, though. It’ll be spunk from your dad’s hyperactive balls.”
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy