Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 02:26:05 +0000
From: Monty A <amonty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex-in-the-family -- Part Eight

This is a story of fiction and involves sex between male family members.

Sex in the Family -- Part Eight

After dinner we washed the dishes. Working side by side, we occasionally
bumped into each other. After a few accidental bumps, I started bumping
into my father on purpose. I loved feeling his warm skin against mine. I
would position myself so that my cock would rub against him or in such a
way that I would bump against his cock. Soon, my own cock was flowing
precum. This one time I bumped my cock against his thigh and a long strand
of precum formed between the two of us.  He turned and winked and wiped his
thigh and my cockhead with his hand.

When we finished cleaning up, we headed to the living room to watch TV. My
dad sat on the couch with his back against the armrest and his legs on the
coach. He spread them and motioned me to sit between them with my back
against his chest. I sat down and leaned against him. I could feel his limp
uncut cock against my ass. He placed his arms around my chest and laid his
hands on my abdomen. I placed my hands on his thighs. We sat like that for
a half hour or so. I hadn't noticed but my father had moved his right hand
down my abdomen and had placed his fingers along my ball sack and his thumb
in my pubic hair above my cock. He was slowly massaging the inside of my
thigh. Soon I felt his cock begin to swell.  That prompted my own cock to
swell. He grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it. He then reached
behind me with his left hand and rearranged his cock so that it was now
pointing upward and able to reach its maximum length of 10 inches. Precum
started flowing out of both of our cocks.

I no longer was watching TV. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, hearing
the swishing sounds of my father stroking my hard wet cock. He started
pumping his pelvis, and rubbing his hard cock against my back. Our
breathing got heavier. I was getting close to shooting and I tensed a
bit. "Are you close?" he asked. "Fuck yeah" I answered. He pushed me
forward and stood up, then pushed me back down on the couch. He then
kneeled on the floor and grabbed my cock with his right hand.  He gave it a
few shakes and just as I was starting to shoot, he placed his mouth over my
cockhead.  He stayed there motionless, while I pumped load after load into
his mouth. He swallowed a bit, but some cum did manage to escape and drip
down my cock. When I was finished shooting, he slowly licked my cock clean,
swallowing every last drop.

He then pushed my legs up, kneeled on the couch and slowly pushed his hard,
wet cock into my ass.  Slowly he started to pump his cock in my ass. My own
cock was starting to swell again. Just then, the phone rang. Talk about bad
timing. The phone was on the end table next to the couch. My father just
had to glance up to see the call display screen and see who was
calling. "It's Barry" he said. He pushed his cock further in my ass and
reached for the phone.

"Hi Barry!" Pause. "Oh nothing much. I just finished blowing Peter and now
I'm fucking him. What's up?"

He resumed fucking me and my cock got even harder. I couldn't help but
start stoking it.

My father's breathing got heavier. "It won't be long now". Pause. "We'd be
happy to. What ...time ...  tomorrow?" Another pause. "How
about... ahh.. that little ... ahh... Italian place ?  AHH."  Pause.
"Great...Oh fuck!" He pulled his cock out of my ass, pushed my legs down,
and with the phone in his right hand and his cock in his left, he straddled
my chest and leaned toward my face. "Open you mouth son.  AHHHH!" I barely
had enough time to open it that I saw thick white cum shoot out of his piss
slit.  Luckily, most of it landed in my mouth, some on my nose and
chin. "AHHHH!"  he kept yelling into the phone. My own cock shot my second
load of the evening. When he was done shooting, he placed his cock in my
mouth so I could suck him dry.

"Yeah, he swallowed every drop. See you tomorrow!" He then hung up the
phone.

When his cock was soft again, he stepped off the couch and wiped my cum off
my chest with his fingers.  He fed some of it to me and licked the rest.

"By the way we're going to the restaurant tomorrow with Barry and his
brother. I hope you don't mind."  "No", I answered.