Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:59:58 -0800
From: "..,.." <mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com>
Subject: Hots For My Dad

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Hots For My Dad


I have always had the hots for my dad. Ever since I was a baby, I preferred
to be with my dad. My mom used to tell me that I would cry for my dad and
only his holding me would shut me up.

My parents married when they were still teenagers--my mom got pregnant in
the 11th grade. So my dad was only 17-years older than I. he had the body
of a god, too. He was on all the sorts teams in our local school and as a
farmer, he had that natural body, not the artificial pumped up body. I
loved looking at his body. I was mesmerized by the hair coming out of the
top of his tee shirt and I always wondered what he looked like
shirtless. But I never saw my dad without his clothing on until I was
sixteen. By that age, of course, I knew all about jacking off--mostly from
frequent practice.

One Friday evening I was waiting for dad to take me to the football game (I
was on the team). I walked into the bathroom and saw him standing at the
sink shaving. For the first time in my life, I saw dad in nothing but his
underwear. His large chest was carpeted with black hair from his neck to
the band of his shorts. His legs were covered with the same beautiful
hair. His flat stomach displayed the great shape he was in. I could also
see a huge bulge in his under shorts which made me realize that the lump I
often stared at in his jeans was not material, but actual flesh. I was so
overcome with lust that I could hardly breathe. I just stood there and
gaped at my dad's godlike body. One thing was for sure: my dad was all
man. Sadly, I had to tear myself away from that vision before my dad could
catch on to my lusting.

The large farmhouse we called home had the bathroom at the end of the
upstairs hall. Often, when I passed my parents' bedroom on my way to the
john, I could hear them fucking. I would stop at the door and hear dad say,
"Take that big cock, bitch." I would stand there for a few minutes stroking
my cock. As soon as I'd pissed, I'd creep back and listen to more of their
fucking, the go to my room and rub a serious cum out. One night I heard
something that almost made me faint. Mom said: "Yeah, eat it; make me
come!" I knew that my dad knew what oral sex was. That night I made up my
mind that someday I would suck my dad's cock. I did not know how--he never,
ever talked to me about sex--but I knew I had to have his meat.

Two days after I turned sixteen dad turned thirty-three. He was the star of
my nightly jack-off sessions.

More often than not, in the mornings my dad would fix us breakfast and tell
us to pipe down because "your mom's tired and not feeling well." I just
thought she wasn't in the greatest health.

That year I was a sophomore and dating a girl that I liked very much. We
never had sex, but we always had a good time together. The only thing my
dad ever said to me about dating was, "be careful, son."

That November I left school at mid-morning to go home. I had a cold and
felt like crap. As I left town and headed for the farm, I decided to take
an alternative rout by some woods that were on our property. Back in the
clearing I saw my dad's pickup truck. I stopped my car on that barren road
and backed up to tell him I was going home. As I pulled though the gate
that November morning, I saw a car in front of my dad's truck. Its motor
was running. Not seeing anyone, I got out of my car and walked the short
distance to the truck. That was when I noticed that the windows of the car
were almost entirely steamed up. When I reached the car I looked in; I saw
my dad fucking some woman. It made me sick to my stomach. I was also
jealous--that bitch had what I wanted; my dad's cock. I stood there with
tears running down my cheeks as I watched my dad's hairy ass pump up and
down as he fucked the hell out of that bitch. I realized that although the
sight make me ill, my cock was rock hard--I was hella turned on. I was so
overcome by lust that I actually pulled my rock hard cock out and rubbed
one off while I watched my dad fuck the shit out of that bitch. My dad sure
could lay pipe! I headed home with my cock still rock hard. I had to
jack-off five times that day because I could not get the vision of my dad
in action out of my head.

The next day, Saturday, we were supposed to clean out the hot barns but the
rain changed our plans. Mom and my sisters wet shopping for the day. That
mean we wouldn't see them until well after dark. My mom was the queen of
shopping and the nearest mall was 53 miles from our home.

Dad and I were in the tool shed where he had a workbench. One end of the
shed was sectioned off for a wood burning stove, an old couch, and a small
refrigerator in which my dad kept a few beers, and some Pepsi.  We were
taking it easy when dad asked what was wrong. I thought, "Today I will make
my dream come true."

Dad, I said;

What is it?

I swallowed hard and said, "I saw you yesterday in the woods."

Dad looked at me with complete fear in his eyes ad said, `what did you
see?"

I saw you fucking some woman.

I'm sorry you saw that, son, it was a one-time thing. Please don't hate me.

I don't hate you, dad, but I have to tell you how I feel.

I'll listen to whatever you have to say, but please don't tell your mother!

He was actually begging me to keep my mouth shut. I told him that I would
never say anything to anyone, but I needed him to listen to me with the
same love I had for him, and to not hate me.

Son, I could never hate you. What do you want to say to me?

Dad, I have these strong feelings for you.

What do you mean?

I thought to myself, it's now or never, so I just blurted out, "dad, that
woman got what I want. Dad, I want to see you nude; I want to suck your
cock.

His handsome face did nothing except watch me. I don't know what made me do
it, other than just plain lust, but I moved my hand to his soft crotch. As
we both stood there with my hand holding the denim-covered cock that I had
dreamed of for years, I felt dizzy as if I was dreaming.

Dad asked, "What do you want to do that for?" I whispered "I can't explain
how I feel -- I just do"

All this time he did not move my hand away from his crotch. His next
statement was the green light.

Are you sure you can you handle it? dad asked.

Can you? I said, turning the tables on him.

Dad didn't say a word. I began to rub the cloth of his crotch up and
down. I could feel his cock start to swell. Finally, dad broke the silence
by saying:

If I take it out, you're going to eat it all.

I lowered myself to my knees before my dad and just looked at him. I wanted
him to take it out. This would be his way of giving me total approval. His
fingers went to the zipper and down it came. The next thing I knew I was
face to face with the cock that I came from.

I opened my mouth and took the head in. Dad pulled loose his belt and let
his pants fall to his knees. With one hand on that monster cock, I put the
other over the nuts that hung below. I swallowed as much of his cock into
my mouth as I could. When I looked up, dad had unbuttoned his shirt and
exposed his gloriously hairy chest. I put my hand on his chest and
rubbed. That was when I noticed that his eyes were closed.

After about ten minutes, dad said "let me sit on the sofa and then you can
do whatever you want."

I wanted to suck his cock, his balls, his asshole, legs and tits. I wanted
to stay there all day. Dad asked if I had ever done this before. I told him
that my friend, Rick, let me suck him off, but that was all. Then I went
back to sucking the cock that created me.

I took as much of dad's cock as I could, and slid my lips up and down it as
smoothly as I could. I was in fucking heaven. All the while, dad kept
saying, "suck it; yeah suck it. My son, the cocksucker. Suck that big
cock. Eat it; make it come, son." I can't tell you how much that turned me
on. Then dad said something that actually made me cum in my pats; he said
"Yeah, eat it bitch." My cock jerked and I shot a load that made my balls
hurt. I actually yelped in pain but I didn't lose mouth contact with my
dad's prick.

After about twenty minutes, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and started
licking his balls. My dad let out a long sigh and said, "Yeah, that's it,
work my balls." This made me even bolder and I licked my way down to my
dad's hole. When my tongue flicked across his asshole, my dad yelled,
`that's it you god damn cocksucker, eat my fucking ass."

That totally shocked me because my dad never used "the lord's name in vane'
around us. But although it shocked me, it turned me on even more. I worked
my dad's asshole over for a long time. Finally, he reached down, grabbed a
handful of hair and pulled my face up toward his cock and said, "Time to
eat some more of my cock, son."

As the saliva ran out of my mouth and down his cock, dad said he was
getting closer. A couple of minutes later, he groaned, `watch out, here it
comes. Eat it bitch, eat it! Eat my fucking load."

My dad's cock erupted in my mouth like a fire hose and I tasted his cum for
the first time. It had a definite strong taste, but I fucking loved
it. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth. I could not believe it--I had sucked
my dad's cock! I had held his balls; I had rubbed the hair on my dad's
chest and on his legs. I had even eaten his asshole and finally, I had my
dad shoot his cum into my mouth.

I continued to suck for a few minutes and then pulled my mouth off his
cock. As my lips cleared his still hard cock-head, my dad said, `what do
you think your doing? I told you if I take it out you're going to eat it
all and I've got a few more loads I there. I have to cum at least three
times before this fucker will think about going down. Now get your
cocksucking mouth back on my cock like a good cocksucker. I did exactly as
I was told!

I learned several things that day. My dad did, in fact, have "more loads in
there." Dad came six times that afternoon. Each load took longer to work
out. I worshipped his cock for almost 8 hours that day. My dad told me that
he had always had a huge sex drive and it nearly killed my mom off. He said
"all those mornings when I tell you to pipe down because your mom isn't
feeling well--well it's not because she is sick; it's because I fucked her
all night." I could believe it!

After I'd sucked my dad off four times, he said, `fuck this is
nice--spending the whole day getting sucked off by an expert cocksucker, but
it's time to breed that asshole of yours." I almost passed out.

I've never been fucked, dad.

Did I ask if you had?

No

I said it's time to breed that asshole. Go into the house and get some
lotion. Now move your pretty jock ass.

I stood up and started for the door. My dad said, "get your clothes off;
there's no one around to see you running around nude, and I want a better
look at the ass I'm going to break in. I stripped my clothes off and dad
let out a low whistle and said,

Boy, you have an ass that is a carbon copy of your mom's ass. I'm going to
love breaking it in. Now get that ass in the house and get the lotion.

I nearly ran to the house. It was strange being out doors nude, but I loved
the feeling at the same time and I wished that I could be nude all the
time.

I was back in the tool shed in a flash. When I walked in the shed, my dad
was sitting there, hairy muscular legs spread wide, drinking a beer. He let
out a loud burp and said, "Fuck, this is going to be sweet."


To be continued if there is any interest. mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com