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 Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 01:37:32 +0200
From: SG
Subject: Mitchs Dad
DISCLAIMER:

   This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between adult family members.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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   Mr.  Johnson always looked forward to when his wife went out of town. 
She managed a company in California, so she was gone often.  However, not
often enough for Mr.  Johnson to satisfy his ravenous hunger for boy ass.
So sometimes when his wife was around, Mr.  Johnson would have his oldest
son meet him at a hotel so he could get his rocks off, because nothing felt
better than having his tool buried in his 18 year old's hot hole.  "Hey
dad," Mitch said as he stepped into the hotel room, wearing his usual
hoodie and ripped jeans, "How's it going?" "Mmm, pretty good son, just
hanging out waiting for you." That was probably the best way to describe
what he was doing.  Wearing nothing but a towel, Mr.  Johnson was lounging
in a chair across the room from the door, legs spread so anyone could see
his massive, hard cock and bull balls.  He got up and walked over to his
son, reaching over Mitch's shoulder to shut the door.  He then roughly
grabbed Mitch and pushed him over the bed.  Mr.  Johnson then tore down his
son's jeans and boxers to his knees, ripped off his own towel, and thrust
his dick straight up his boy's waiting hole.  At the sudden intrusion,
Mitch screamed and threw his head back.  His father used the opportunity to
grab hold of his long hair and, with his other hand on Mitch's hip, began
to pound away at his son's ass, pulling his thick cock in and out of the
tight boy hole.  Mitch was screaming and moaning under him, writing in pain
and pleasure, trying to get away from the intruding cock, and at the same
time pounding his ass back on his father's man meat.  Mr.  Johnson couldn't
believe how tight his son's hole was, he was tighter than any virgin he had
screwed, and he loved how responsive Mitch was being.  At each thrust,
Mitch would shudder and moan, each moan sending waves of pleasure up his
father's dick.  It felt like his ass was on fire, and as Mr.  Johnson moved
his hand from his son's head to his other hip, the ravenous assault became
almost too much for Mitch to bear.  He screwed up his eyes and clutched at
the sheets, trying to accommodate the cock.  He could hear his dad's balls
slapping against his ass, full of man-juice.  Mr.  Johnson then put his
hand down between him and his son's ass to pick up some of the juices that
were leaking out of Mitch's hole.  He then stuck his messy fingers in
Mitch's gaping mouth, feeding his son a mix of precum and ass juice, Mitch
greedily sucked on his father's fingers, loving the taste.  Mr.  Johnson
pulled his hands out of Mitch's mouth and wiped them on his face, leaving a
glistening trail across Mitch's soft cheeks.  Mr.  Johnson could feel the
cum start to boil up from his balls.  He grabbed Mitch's shoulders and
forced him off the bed onto his knees on the floor, pants and boxers still
at his ankles.  Mr.  Johnson then ran his throbbing tool over his son's
face, feeling the smooth skin and light stubble tickling his cock.  He
grabbed his tool and proceeded to plunge it into Mitch's mouth, gagging the
boy as he thrust it in and out, face-fucking his son.  Mitch chocked and
coughed, trying to get used to the onslaught and swallow his dad's dick. 
Mr.  Johnson grabbed the back of Mitch's head and gripped his hair as he
forced his son down onto his cock, holding him there, suffocating the boy
until he couldn't bear it anymore.  His son's wet, warm mouth and throat
were too much.  Mr.  Johnson screamed and started to shoot load after load
down his son's throat.  He then pulled his dick out of Mitch's mouth and
continued to shoot, covering Mitch's face, with cum clinging to his hair
and getting all over his hoodie.  When the volley's finally stopped, Mr. 
Johnson took his still hard dick and used it to smear the cum all around
his son's face, lightly whipping his boy with his man tool.  Without saying
another word, Mr.  Johnson lied down on the bed an passed out, while his
son started to furiously beat his own cock, eventually adding to the layer
of jizz covering his body.