Date: Fri, 9 May 2014 08:09:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Mother's Day Breakfast (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads
and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


MOTHER'S DAY BREAKFAST


Eggs. Sausage. English muffins. Orange juice. I had everything that I
needed to make a last-minute breakfast-in-bed for Mom. Dad and I already
had a special Mother's Day planned for her, including flowers, presents,
and going out for dinner, but I figured Mom would appreciate this
additional surprise as well.

I reached up to retrieve the serving tray from its display position on top
of the cabinets, and my morning hardon, straining against the confines of
my pajamas, caught against the edge of the counter. I adjusted my body
position so my cock and balls were resting on the counter with only the
fabric of my red-and-white striped pajama bottoms providing a semi-sanitary
barrier between my hairy balls and the counter surface. With the tray in
hand, I relaxed and stepped back. A moan escaped my throat as my balls and
cock dragged over the edge of the counter.

I mentally kicked myself for not jacking out a load when I was still in
bed. I also tried to will my cock to soften, but it only bounced with
anticipation since it was somehow aware that it was the focus of my
attention at that moment. Concentrate. I placed the serving tray on the
counter and quickly filled it with a plate, a napkin, silverware, and a
glass for the juice. I was then ready to start making the actual
breakfast. My cotton pajamas were drawn tightly across my ass when I bent
over to retrieve the skillet from under the counter.

"Nice ass," Dad said behind me, and I dropped the skillet into all the
other pots and pans, setting off a cacophony of metal items crashing
together. "Shhhhh!" he said with a laugh as I spun around.

"Don't sneak up on me like that," I admonished.

"What are you doing up so early?" he asked as I retrieved the skillet and
stood up. "And I don't mean that cock trying to get out of your pajamas,"
he added with a chuckle.

"Making breakfast for Mom," I said, placing the skillet on the stove and
turning on the burner.

"She'll like that," he acknowledged as he prepared the coffee maker and
started it.

"I hope so," I replied. Dad let out a big yawn as I dropped some butter in
the skillet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him leaning against the
counter right next to the coffee maker. He was wearing a pair of
powder-blue pajamas with dark-blue piping. I licked my lips when I saw that
he had the top unbuttoned to expose his hairy chest. It took all my
will-power to force my attention away from him when he reached up and
started scratching that flat stomach of his.

"Got anything for me?" he asked as he moved to stand right behind me.

"Like what?" I asked. The egg in my hand got a temporary reprieve as I held
it just above the surface I'd been getting ready to use to crack the egg
before adding it to the skillet.

"Like this," Dad murmured as he pressed against my back. I could feel his
solid cock against my ass with only our thin pajamas separating his flesh
from mine. He wrapped his arms around me. His left hand worked its way
between the buttons of my pajama top and quickly found my right nipple. I
let out a groan as his right hand undid the drawstring on my pajama bottoms
and worked its way inside to take my hard cock firmly in hand.

"Mmmmmm," I sighed as Dad continued to caress my nipple and stroke my
cock. "Where's Mom?" I asked.

"Sound asleep," Dad said confidently as he kissed me lightly on the neck
and began nibbling my earlobe.

"I really should get this finished," I protested lamely, waving the egg
around in the air.

"It can wait," Dad replied. "I can't." He pressed his cock harder against
my ass, and he bit lightly into my neck. I groaned with appreciation and
placed the egg back on the counter. I quickly slid my left hand into my
pajama top to grip his hand and press it harder against my nipple. I
slipped my right hand into my pajama bottoms to clasp his hand and join him
in the slow motion of stroking my cock. I leaned my head back on Dad's
shoulder and he rubbed his ear against mine.

"This feels nice," I sighed.

"So does this," he said, gently humping his cock against my ass.

"We have to be fast," I said, removing my hand from my pajama bottoms and
turning off the burner.

"We'll see."

I reached out for the container of soft butter on the counter. "Either way,
we'd better get started," I said as I held up the butter.

Dad chuckled and said, "That's my boy." He released his grip on my cock and
drew his hand out of my pajama bottoms. While continuing to work my nipple,
he used his free hand to slide my pajama bottoms down over my ass. Then he
tugged the front of his own pajamas down to free his cock and nestle the
waistband under his balls. I know this because I suddenly felt his cock
flesh sliding against my ass cheeks as he reached out and grabbed a fistful
of butter from the container I was holding.

"Butter my biscuits," I laughed.

"You've got it," Dad replied, as I felt his fingers burrowing between my
ass cheeks, leaving streaks of butter as he pressed farther to reach my
tender pink pucker.

"Not just on top," I added.

"Don't worry," he laughed, "I always butter the inside." I inhaled sharply
when his fingers found their target and suddenly entered me to lube me with
butter. "Relax," Dad sighed in my ear. I gripped the counter, inhaled, and
tried to relax. "That's better," he said softly.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as Dad continued to work his butter-slicked fingers
into my ass to lube me up and open me up.

Dad slowly removed his fingers and pressed his cock head at my
asshole. "Ready?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I moaned again.

"I thought so," Dad whispered in my ear. He finally removed his left hand
from my pajama top and planted it in the middle of my back. He added a
light pressure to signal that he wanted me to lean over the counter, and I
eagerly obliged. "Open up for Daddy," he said as he pressed his rigid cock
against my asshole. We both held our breath until my ass granted him
admission and his cock head popped inside of me, and then we both exhaled
loud and fast.

"Damn," I muttered with appreciation as Dad began to slide his dick deeper
and deeper into my ass.

"Mmmmm," Dad sighed as his cock reached its full depth and pressed my own
cock against the counter edge.

"Fuck me, Dad," I said, although there was no need for the request. He was
already starting to slide his cock out of me.

"Oh, Davey," Dad moaned as my ass tightened on his receding cock. "I love
you so much."

"Me too, Dad. You, I mean."

"Mmmmm," Dad sighed as he began to press back into me and set up a slow,
steady rhythm for fucking my ass. The clock ticked off the passing seconds
and minutes as Dad pleasured us both with his hard cock and the butter in
my ass continued to melt and keep us greased up.

"Shawn! Davey!" My mother's voice pierced the air. Dad and I froze, and my
ass reflexively clamped down on his cock. "Where is everyone?"

"Fuck!" Dad hissed as he suddenly unfroze and yanked his cock out of my
ass, which slammed shut. "Get cooking!" he added as he pulled up his pajama
bottoms and quickly moved over to the coffee maker. He faced the counter to
try to hide his frustrated hardon.

"Duh," I laughed, yanking my pajama bottoms up. Like Dad, I pressed my
hardon against the counter to make it less obvious. I grabbed the English
muffins and put them in the toaster, and then I turned on the burner under
the skillet.

"In the kitchen," Dad called out casually.

"What's this?" Mom asked as she entered the kitchen.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," I said as I cracked a couple eggs into
the skillet. "Happy Mother's Day."

"Oh, Davey, you shouldn't have," Mom said, but she was clearly pleased as
she crossed the kitchen to kiss me on the cheek.

"Why don't you go back to bed," Dad suggested, "and let him bring it up to
you when it's ready?"

"I would rather have breakfast with my boys," Mom said, putting her arm
around my shoulder and giving me a hug.

"You'll see plenty of us later," Dad replied.

"Let us pamper you," I said, pressing the lever on the toaster to drop the
muffins down inside.

"Well, if you insist," Mom replied with a smile. "I'll be in bed if anyone
needs me," she added before giving me another kiss on the cheek and heading
back to the master bedroom.

"Shit," Dad muttered when we were alone again.

"That was close," I said, shifting the eggs around in the skillet. "I guess
it'll have to be another time," I added with obvious disappointment.

"Fuck that," Dad replied, crossing the kitchen and putting his coffee cup
down on the counter beside me and the stove.

"Dad!" I hissed when I felt him pulling my pajama bottoms back down.

"You don't want my cock?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Okay, but hurry up," I said. "This food will be done soon."

"So will I," he assured me as he pulled me to one side of the stove, bent
me back over the counter, and pressed his once-again stiff cock at my back
door.

"It's all yours," I groaned as Dad's cock sank into me.

"Damn right," Dad replied as his cock filled my ass to the limit. With the
time constraints in mind, he started fucking me hard and fast, slamming me
against the counter. I groaned with pleasure each time he rammed his cock
balls-deep into my ass before yanking it out to slam back into me. Over and
over, Dad fucked my ass with violent thrusts. The dishes on the breakfast
tray beside me were rattling and the eggs were sizzling in the skillet.

"Fuck me, Dad. Fuck your son's ass. Fill me with that big daddy cock of
yours."

"That's it, Son. Talk dirty to me. Tell me how much you want my cock."

"I want your cock in me more than anything, Dad. Oh yeah, fuck my ass. Fill
me with your baby batter," I moaned. Dad was grunting and groaning now, and
his fucking motions were becoming more urgent. I wanted to help him get off
quickly, and I knew how much it turned him on for me to talk dirty.

"You like my cock, don't you, boy," he panted.

"Oh, yeah. Your cock's fucking amazing, Dad. Give it to me, Daddy. Pound my
ass. Fuck me good, Dad. Harder, Dad. Harder," I hissed.

"Oh, Davey," he grunted. "Davey, Davey, Davey," he repeated as he gripped
the back of my pajama top and yanked it so the front was tight against my
body. "I'm cumming, Son. Your daddy's gonna cum in your ass."

"Yeah, Dad. Fill me with your hot cum. Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my ass with
cum"

"DAVEY!" Dad groaned under his breath as he slammed his cock into my ass
and pinned me against the counter. "I'M CUMMING, DAVEY," he hissed. "I'M
FILLING YOUR ASS WITH YOUR OWN DAD'S CUM."

"Yes, Dad. Give it to me. Give me all of your cum, Dad," I begged.

His cock spasmed in my ass as he unleashed his load with a huge moan that
he barely managed to restrain to a reasonable level. "Oh, Davey, Davey,
Davey," he grunted.

"Fill me, Dad," I said urgently as I reached down and began to pump my own
cock rapidly. "Oh god, I'm gonna shoot too, Dad," I groaned.

"Hold on, Davey," Dad said as he used one hand to pull me back into a
standing position. "I need some cream in my coffee," he added, grabbing his
coffee cup from the counter and holding it out in front of me.

"You're sick, Dad," I laughed, grabbing the cup from him and holding it in
front of my cock while I jacked my cock furiously with my other hand.

"That's it, Son," Dad whispered in my ear. "Cum for Daddy. Sweeten my
coffee with that thick, rich, sweet cream of yours." He slid his right hand
under my pajama top and began to rub my stomach while he slid his left hand
back between the top buttons so he could pinch my nipple.

"OH, DAD," I groaned under my breath. "HARDER, DAD, HARDER," I hissed
urgently.

"Shoot your cum for me, Son," Dad ordered. "Show me what you've got. Cum,
Son. CUM." With that final word whispered urgently into my ear, Dad twisted
my nipple hard and gripped my stomach.

"I'M CUMMING," I moaned as fireworks went off throughout my body.

"YES, CUM FOR YOUR DAD."

"JUST FOR YOU," I assured him as my body convulsed and the first shot of
cum rocketed into the coffee cup.

"That's it, Davey. That's it," he said as another load and another and
another all shot out of my cock and splashed into the coffee. "Damn, that's
gonna be good," he whispered as my final loads oozed out of my cock and
dripped into the cup.

"You really are sick," I laughed, leaning my exhausted body back against
Dad's firm body.

"Is that a complaint?" he asked with his own chuckle.

"Not on your life," I said as the English muffins popped up. "Damn," I
said, seeing that they were burnt. "Fuck!" I added, noticing that the eggs
were smoking as well.

"I think you'd better get busy making some more," Dad laughed.

"You think?" I replied with mock annoyance.

"And pay attention to what you're doing this time," Dad added as he stepped
back and his softening cock slid out of my ass.

"Yeah, that should be a little easier without your huge cock splitting me
wide open."

"Damn nice ass," Dad muttered under his breath as he patted my ass cheek
before pulling my pajama bottoms back up where they belonged.

"Damn nice cock," I said, returning the compliment as I looked over my
shoulder and saw him tucking his cock back into his own pajamas. Damn, I
loved those baby-blue pajamas on him. He looked so sexy in them.

"I thought you were going to pay attention to what you're doing this time,"
Dad laughed when he saw me staring at his hairy chest, which was still
exposed by the open pajama top. "Mmmmmm, good," he said after taking a sip
of his coffee. He gave me a big smile and a wink.

I returned the smile and shook my head as I went back to fixing a
replacement breakfast for Mom.

*****

"You're too good to me," Mom said as she sat up in bed and I placed the
breakfast tray in front of her.

"You do so much for us, Mom," I replied honestly. "It's the least we can do
to show you how much you mean to us both. Happy Mother's Day."

"Happy Mother's Day," Dad added from the doorway.

"You're both so sweet," Mom said, tucking into her breakfast.

"So's this coffee," Dad said, staring right at me over the rim of the cup
while he took a huge drink.

"Glad you like it," I said with a smile.

"Oh, I definitely do," Dad replied, licking his lips. "It might be the best
cup of coffee I've ever had."


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