Why does this revelation make me a ‘BAD DAD’? I’ve got a great pair of pecs, so why not show them off? And my son finds my nipples a massive turn on, so I think it’s good of me to move the straps sideways to make sure they’re on view when he gets home from college. Of course he won’t be able to resist giving them a chew. And once he gets started on the oral worship, he’ll have to get my cock out and give it a suck. As I’m such a good father, I never protest. I’ll let him suck out a load of cream from my balls. And as I never go soft until I’ve come at least twice, I’ll end up fucking him for an hour or so. It’s a daily routine we’ve drifted into. One which this father really enjoys, so the nipples are always on show.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. I always make sure my cock is covered when my son brings me my morning coffee. It’s his decision if it stays that way. Thankfully he never disappoints me.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. I’m very generous with my son. This holiday being a good example. A private villa I’ve rented for us both. It’s got a fabulous pool and outdoor shower which my son is taking full advantage of. And because it isn’t overlooked, he swims in the nude, which is one way of showing me his gratitude, knowing how much I love to see his ass. He’s not doing it as payback, though. He wants me to see it because he wants to make me hard, and the sight of his ass always does that. He’s a randy young pup who can’t get enough of his daddy’s big dick. I’ve fucked him three times today already, and number four will be under that shower, after I’ve buried my face between those mounds and given him a good rimming.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. There’s nothing wrong with wandering around the house bare-chested. At least I’ve got some jeans on, which is more than I can say for my son. The filthy rascal is lying face down on the couch wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Now that’s what I call bad. Although it looks really good, and I can feel my cock bloating with blood. Now he’s swaying his butt in obvious invite while leering at his father. Oh well. I suppose as my dick will soon be solid, I might as well oblige him. Only a ‘BAD DAD’ would walk away and leave the boy frustrated.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. I can be a bit of a tease when around my son. Flaunting the good but not showing everything, like I’m doing right now. But he knows that the jeans are about to come down and my dick is about to stand up. He’ll get the full view and he’ll get the full works. I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’ but I’m no saint either. I might have the face of a bearded angel but I’m a devil when it comes to incestuous fun.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. It’s my son who is revealing half of his ass. And I know it’s deliberate. He’s trying to provoke me without being too blatant, knowing fine well he’ll succeed. I can never resist those soft peachy buns with their light covering of golden hair. It’s inevitable I’ll pull the pants further down to expose it all; kiss each mound; lick my way to the crack and eat him out. He’ll get a lengthy rimming then even lengthier fucking. But before all that, I think the boy needs to be taught a lesson from his dad. Once the pants are down I’m going to spank his bare ass and redden those lovely cheeks. It’s a father’s job to discipline his son, as well as ride him ragged.
I’m not a ‘BAD DAD’. I didn’t tell my son to bare his ass when working with me in the garage. He knows I like to look at it, though, and he always tries to please me. I like to please my son as well, and knowing how much he likes daddy cock, I’m going to be a good dad and give him some right now.
Don’t think for a second that I’m a ‘BAD DAD’ just because I like my food and I’m a bit overweight and have got a big gut. My son loves all this bulk on top of him, when I’m pounding away between his legs. And the gut drives him nuts rubbing against his cock. He always comes hands free, usually quite quickly, and I end up with a very sticky belly. But that doesn’t put me off. I carry on fucking until he’s ready to come again, and only then will I fire my wad into his well buggered guts. I make a point of doing this every day. That’s how good a dad I am.
I suppose I am a ‘BAD DAD’, still lying on my son’s bed instead of having gone back to my room. He’s in the shower at the moment, and should be going to college soon. But even though I’ve just fucked him, I’m still feeling really randy, and he’ll feel the same once he sees me again. He’ll be all over me like a rash, lapping at the fur, smothering his face in it. He can never resist my brawny body. So I’m afraid he’s going to be late for class. He probably won’t make it at all. Having emptied my balls, I’ll be able to last for a really long time. Once he’s done some oral worship, I’ll no doubt fuck him for hours. And he’ll love every second. He’s very fond of his daddy’s dick and it drives him nuts when I put it inside him.
I definitely don’t have a ‘BAD DAD’. He’s getting on in years, and his hair is turning grey, but he’s kept himself in excellent shape. He’s fit as a fiddle, and has the stamina of a bull, with a raging libido to go with it. Something he just demonstrated by giving me one hell of a pounding. Screwing me for an hour before he finally bred me and made me blow along with him. We’re taking a break, but are far from finished. We might have come but we still want more. And I think Dad’s giving me a hint that we should turn the tables for the next bout - something I’m more than happy to do. Just look at that ass! What son would turn down a go at that? Not me! I was over the mood when he finally let me screw him. He waited until I was twenty before offering it up, but now we have a very balanced relationship, both extremely happy in either role. So it’s Dad who’s going to get a pounding next, after I’ve eaten him out.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy