Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 20:38:08 -0700
From: "..,.." <mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com>
Subject: Hot's for my dad 6

Hots for my Dad -- 6
Copyright 1988 and 2007


I hurried back to my bed and just drifted off when the door opened and, in
the dim light coming though the window, I saw my dad standing there, nude,
with his cock hard and glistening in the moonlight. I thought, "Christ,
he's already lubed up! He can't possibly throw another fuck. It's just not
possible" When dad saw that I was awake, he said,

My dad took my head in his hands ad started slam fucking my mouth. He kept
this up for about five minutes and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. He
started cock slapping me and after a while shoved it back down my throat
and said, `Jesus Christ, this is fucking fun."

He grabbed my head and squeezed it hard between his hands and really
started to gag-fuck my face. I could do nothing but hang on for the
ride. My dad slammed my throat for at least 15 minutes and then groaned and
yanked his cock out of my mouth. He grabbed it and pointed it at my
face. In a few seconds his cock erupted with another load which he shot all
over my face. How the fuck could he do this. If my dad had only fucked my
mom once (and give the time that was doubtful), it would mean that my dad
was shooting the tenth load of the day. He was a fucking god damn fertility
god.

When he finished shooting, he shoved his cock in my mouth and said, "Suck
it." I did. Dad said, "you look so hot with my cock in your mouth and my
cum all over your face."

He pulled his cock out. Leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head
and said, `Leave it Jon-Jon; I want you to wear my cum all night to remind
you that you're my fuck toy. It better be there in the morning."

He turned around and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. I
fell back on the bed, too tired to even pull the covers over me. I was
asleep in seconds.

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was or what day it was. I was
still exhausted. God, no wonder my mom was tired all the time.  I lay there
for a while reliving the events of yesterday – actually wondering if my
memory was correct or of I had dreamed the whole of the experience.

When my opened eyes could focus, I looked at the alarm clock and it read
12:40. I had slept about 13 hours straight. I realized that I had to piss
like a racehorse and started to get out of bed. That was a big mistake
because my body let me know that it was in pain. Well not my whole body,
per se, but definitely, my ass let me know that it was in pain. I'd never
quite understood the expression `felt like a red hot poker had been shoved
up my ass' before, but I did now. I yelled `fuck!" and tried to get out of
bed. I made it, but my ass let me know it wasn't in favour of the move. If
I had any doubt about the correctness about the memory of my dad busting my
ass in and fucking me all day, the pain in my asshole eradicated them.

I managed to hobble to my bedroom door and then down the hall to the
bathroom. Fortunately, no one was in the bathroom so I went in and started
to piss. I must have pissed for five minutes and it felt almost as good as
an orgasm.

When I finally finished pissing, I made my way downstairs and into the
kitchen. The house was completely silent. I opened the refrigerator,
grabbed the choclate milk, and downed about half of the carton. I hadn't
realized how thirsty I was. I fixed a sandwich and wolfed it down while
still standing at the counter. I wondered where everyone was, but I was too
hungry to put much thought into wondering.

 I fixed a second sandwich and sat down, cautiously, at the table. I took
more time to eat this sandwich. As I ate, I contemplated the events of the
past 28 hours. I was lost in thought when I heard the buzzer that announced
some one was coming down our driveway. I looked out of the window and,
eventually, saw our car pull into the yard. When my family started piling
out of the car, I remembered it was Sunday; they had all gone to church and
left me to sleep.

My sisters were the first in the door, announcing that Tommy Sparks had
barfed all over his dad and three other people during church. I had to
laugh; Mr. Sparks was the banker and always overly particular about how he
dressed. On top of that, he was just an asshole. To think of his teenaged
son puking all over that immaculate suit was funny. My sisters continued
the story. Apparently, Tommy had been drinking last night and it caught up
with him during church. I couldn't wait to rub this in on Monday at school.

My mom came in next, smiled and said, "Good morning, sleepy head." She went
upstairs to change. I wondered what we were having for lunch—I was still
starving. When she came down again, she was in one of her weekday
dresses. She put on her apron and started buzzing around the kitchen.

As she started lunch, I looked at her completely different. Not only could
I sympathize with her (because I knew how my dad could ride someone into
exhaustion), but also because I knew what her cunt tasted like. I wondered
if mom knew dad made me suck her juice from off of his cock. Mom looked at
me several times, but she never said a word that was out of the
ordinary. She told me about Tommy's accident and how nearly everyone in
church had managed to stifle the urge to laugh and how disgusted Mr. Sparks
looked as he nearly ran down the isle dragging the still puking Tommy with
him.

Eventually, my dad came though the kitchen door.  Walked up to my mom,
grabbed her from behind and gave her a couple of humps. He lifted her dress
from the back and rubbed her butt. I could clearly see what he was doing
and could see that my mom had on no panties. My mom kind of giggled and
said, `you better change out of your suit, dinner will be ready in about
half an hour – the roast will be done then, any way."  My dad kissed her on
the neck, slapped her butt, and said, `whatever you say, boss." He looked
at me and said, "I see you finally dragged your lazy ass out of bed. Don't
think you're going to make a habit out of sleeping in on Sundays and
missing church. Now get your jock ass upstairs and get dressed before your
sisters see you nude." I had not even realized I was sitting at the table
nude. Dad handed me a dishtowel and said, "Cover your self up; I don't want
you scaring your sisters. Now get going."

I followed my dad into the living room and when we got to the stairs, he
said, "You go up first; I want to watch your pussy ass." I did as
instructed and when we were almost to the top, I felt my dad's hand on my
ass and his middle and index finger poke my hole.

"Fuck, your hole is so hot. There's nothing like virgin pussy to charge a
man's cock."

Dad pulled his finger out and said, "Fuck, you still have my cream up your
hole; no need for lube."

Dad put his hands on my shoulder and guided me into my room. He pushed me
over to my bed, bent me over and said, "Don't move that pussy ass. We have
time for a mid-morning ass fuck; that is if fuck boy's pussy is man enough
to take it." With that, he walked out of my room closing the door behind
him.

About two minutes later, the door opened and my dad walked in. I turned my
head and saw my dad standing there stark naked. He had a shirt and cutoffs
in his hand. He was also rock hard. He dropped the clothes on the floor and
walked over to where I was bent over at the waist. He grabbed my hips and,
with no preliminaries, slammed his cock up my ass to the short hair and
started long dicking me. I groaned loudly in pain and dad put one of his
hands over my mouth and said,

"Shut the fuck up, do you want your sisters to walk in and see you taking a
cock up your ass?"

Low, deep moans escaped from his hairy chest as his hips pounded my
hole. After a few minutes my dad spoke again,

"Fuck, I love knocking one off up your jock ass. I can't believe what a
good fuck you are. My son, the pussy. If I had known what a good fuck you
are, I would have started plowing your ass a long time ago. God, how lucky
can a man be; two pieces of ass in the same house. Oh, yeah, fuck your hole
feels good. Now, squeeze daddy's cock, son. Yeah, that's the way.

My dad started speeding up his trusts and his groans got deeper. I don't
know how he did it but he never got loud. I mean, it was all I could do to
keep from yelling each time he slammed his cock up my well-fucked
hole. Nevertheless, my dad just maintained a constant low volume.

Finally, after about 15-mintues of pounding the shit out of my hole
nonstop, my dad slammed into me so hard I collapsed on the bed. Dad did not
miss a stroke and just followed my hole, landing on top of me. He bit my
neck hard, screamed in a whispered tone and started shooting his load up my
well-fucked ass.

As soon as his load finished, he pulled out of my ass, grabbed my hair and
told me to suck him clean. I did. His cum was mixed with the taste of his
loads from yesterday and the taste of my ass. I wish I could describe the
taste. It was exotic, erotic and hot, all at the same time.

When I had his cock sucked clean, dad stood up, pulled his short pants on
and said, "I decided I better start going commando, that way it'll be
easier to fuck your bitch ass off when I decide to drop a load."

He buckled his belt and as fucked out as I was, I hated to see him cover
that body. Jesus fucking Christ but I was in love with his body. I may have
been in love with him too, I'm not sure, but I sure as hell was in love
with that fucking body.

He picked up his shirt, reached for the doorknob, looked at me and said,
"Get yourself cleaned-up and dressed and get your ass down to the
table. Your mom will have dinner ready in a few minutes and your
well-fucked ass better be in your chair." With that, he left my room and
closed the door.

I rolled over on my back and noticed, for the first time, that my cock was
rock hard. I grabbed hold of it and in about five strokes shot a huge load
all over my chest, face and the wall behind my headboard. The orgasm was so
strong my body actually had a seizure.

I heard my dad yell "Jon-Jon, get your ass down here; dinner's ready."

I jumped off the bed, moaned at the soreness in my asshole, pulled on some
clothes and headed to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen door, I
stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take. There sat my father in an
a-shirt the old fashioned kind that they wore in the old days. They call
them tank tops now. Where the hell he had gotten it is beyond me. All I had
ever seen him wear was the standard t-shirts. I just stood and started. I
could not believe it but my dad looked even hotter in that shirt than he
did naked. Even though I'd just shot a load that almost made my toe nails
fall off, I popped an instant hard on.

I quickly sat down at my place and took the hands of my sister and my
mom. Dad prayed and we all said, "Amen" and my mom started passing the
roast beef. I know we ate roast beef but that is the only thing I remember
about that meal. I could have eaten fried cow pie but I don't remember. All
I did was stare at my dad's hair chest. God damn, how could anyone look
that hot.

When I `came to,' my sisters were clearing the table. My dad said, "I have
to go check on some fence. Swanson said he thought he saw some fence down
over at the back of his place. Jon's gonna earn his keep today and go with
me. I can use someone with his, ah, particular talents."

That was that. Whatever I had planned to do today, the plans were
changed. What, I wondered, had seeing my dad fuck that woman gotten me
into.

To be continued if there is any more interest in Jon's story.