Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2015 23:58:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Welcome Home, Son

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will help get me out of my funk.

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      Welcome Home, Son




      Fuck. There it is. That sexy smirk he gives me from across the room.
He wants it. Nothing gets me more boned up than seeing my 23 year old son
hot for his daddy. Eyeing his old man up and down as he slowly makes his
way over to me, ready to take my ass. My boy knows how to work me over. He
knows how it turns me on having him want me. That cocky grin he gives me as
he slides his tongue into my mouth, wanting my ass and knowing he can have
it.

      Fuck, it turns me on as my boy slides his tongue along my teeth while
he pulls my pants down. I don't know where or who he learned it from, but
my son's got game. Every time it's the same thing. He comes home from
college and he puts the moves on his old man. He slides his huge dick
against mine, reminding his old man who's in charge. Sure, I may be
packing, but my boy's got me beat. And he likes to remind me of that. I
like him reminding me of that, too. Like when he lays me down on my own bed
and kisses my neck while he taps that huge cock of his at my hole like some
bimbo cheerleader he brought home from one of his games. He gives me that
signature cocky smirk as he reaches down to grab my rock hard, leaking
prick, making sure to remind me how much of an effect he has on his
daddy. How could he not? The boy I made was all man. I was powerless to
resist him. And the fucker knew it. Knew he could press my buttons. Knew he
could get me to put out for him any time, any place.

      He's playing with my pecks as he's thrusting his tongue inside my
mouth, just another demonstration of the dominance he has over his old
man. I know what he's doing. The fucker is making me ask for it. And he
knows I will.

      "Gotta have it, son." I whine, feeling his cock resting against my
pucker.

      There's that fucking grin again. He sinks his entire dick into me,
knowing I'll let him in. Knows that with anyone else he'd have to go slow
and play by their reactions but with his daddy he's the one in charge. I
like that he knows I can take it. Take it like a man. After all, if my boy
is willing to fuck me with that beauty of his the least I can do is take it
like a man.

      He's really slamming into me now. I can't help but yell out when he
bottoms out in me. He grabs my head and turns me so I'm looking right at
him again. His eyes looking right into mine. That does it. My dick spurts
right there. He knows I want to close my eyes as he fucks the cum out of
his old man but I keep looking into his eyes like he wants me to. I feel
the load he's fucking out of me starting to run off my hairy chest and onto
the sheets, my rock hard dick still shooting, completely under my boy's
control.

      The sound of flesh slapping against flesh gets louder and louder as
my boy goes for his own nut. I lean up to kiss him and he allows my tongue
to enter into his mouth. I reach a hand up to gently play with his nipple.
The smacking of lips intensifies as his first wave floods me. Then again.
And again. My boy is really loading his old man up good now. It's the only
way he knows how. Fuck, those monster loads get me going. I swell with
pride as I experience my own son getting his nut. Pride as I watch him take
another man's as he wills them to submit to him. Nothing gets me hotter
than watching my boy getting another man to submit to him. Even when it's
his old man. Hell, who am I kidding? Especially when it's his old man.

      He takes his tongue away and stares deeply into my eyes again.
Fucker. I know what he's thinking. Without saying a word I nod. And with
that, he continues his conquest of my ass as he goes for another load, my
rock hard cock not far behind.  My boy knows as long as he is willing, his
daddy is willing.

      And that, my friends, is how a father welcomes his son home.