Date: Fri, 9 May 2014 08:09:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Mother's Day Breakfast (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... MOTHER'S DAY BREAKFAST Eggs. Sausage. English muffins. Orange juice. I had everything that I needed to make a last-minute breakfast-in-bed for Mom. Dad and I already had a special Mother's Day planned for her, including flowers, presents, and going out for dinner, but I figured Mom would appreciate this additional surprise as well. I reached up to retrieve the serving tray from its display position on top of the cabinets, and my morning hardon, straining against the confines of my pajamas, caught against the edge of the counter. I adjusted my body position so my cock and balls were resting on the counter with only the fabric of my red-and-white striped pajama bottoms providing a semi-sanitary barrier between my hairy balls and the counter surface. With the tray in hand, I relaxed and stepped back. A moan escaped my throat as my balls and cock dragged over the edge of the counter. I mentally kicked myself for not jacking out a load when I was still in bed. I also tried to will my cock to soften, but it only bounced with anticipation since it was somehow aware that it was the focus of my attention at that moment. Concentrate. I placed the serving tray on the counter and quickly filled it with a plate, a napkin, silverware, and a glass for the juice. I was then ready to start making the actual breakfast. My cotton pajamas were drawn tightly across my ass when I bent over to retrieve the skillet from under the counter. "Nice ass," Dad said behind me, and I dropped the skillet into all the other pots and pans, setting off a cacophony of metal items crashing together. "Shhhhh!" he said with a laugh as I spun around. "Don't sneak up on me like that," I admonished. "What are you doing up so early?" he asked as I retrieved the skillet and stood up. "And I don't mean that cock trying to get out of your pajamas," he added with a chuckle. "Making breakfast for Mom," I said, placing the skillet on the stove and turning on the burner. "She'll like that," he acknowledged as he prepared the coffee maker and started it. "I hope so," I replied. Dad let out a big yawn as I dropped some butter in the skillet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him leaning against the counter right next to the coffee maker. He was wearing a pair of powder-blue pajamas with dark-blue piping. I licked my lips when I saw that he had the top unbuttoned to expose his hairy chest. It took all my will-power to force my attention away from him when he reached up and started scratching that flat stomach of his. "Got anything for me?" he asked as he moved to stand right behind me. "Like what?" I asked. The egg in my hand got a temporary reprieve as I held it just above the surface I'd been getting ready to use to crack the egg before adding it to the skillet. "Like this," Dad murmured as he pressed against my back. I could feel his solid cock against my ass with only our thin pajamas separating his flesh from mine. He wrapped his arms around me. His left hand worked its way between the buttons of my pajama top and quickly found my right nipple. I let out a groan as his right hand undid the drawstring on my pajama bottoms and worked its way inside to take my hard cock firmly in hand. "Mmmmmm," I sighed as Dad continued to caress my nipple and stroke my cock. "Where's Mom?" I asked. "Sound asleep," Dad said confidently as he kissed me lightly on the neck and began nibbling my earlobe. "I really should get this finished," I protested lamely, waving the egg around in the air. "It can wait," Dad replied. "I can't." He pressed his cock harder against my ass, and he bit lightly into my neck. I groaned with appreciation and placed the egg back on the counter. I quickly slid my left hand into my pajama top to grip his hand and press it harder against my nipple. I slipped my right hand into my pajama bottoms to clasp his hand and join him in the slow motion of stroking my cock. I leaned my head back on Dad's shoulder and he rubbed his ear against mine. "This feels nice," I sighed. "So does this," he said, gently humping his cock against my ass. "We have to be fast," I said, removing my hand from my pajama bottoms and turning off the burner. "We'll see." I reached out for the container of soft butter on the counter. "Either way, we'd better get started," I said as I held up the butter. Dad chuckled and said, "That's my boy." He released his grip on my cock and drew his hand out of my pajama bottoms. While continuing to work my nipple, he used his free hand to slide my pajama bottoms down over my ass. Then he tugged the front of his own pajamas down to free his cock and nestle the waistband under his balls. I know this because I suddenly felt his cock flesh sliding against my ass cheeks as he reached out and grabbed a fistful of butter from the container I was holding. "Butter my biscuits," I laughed. "You've got it," Dad replied, as I felt his fingers burrowing between my ass cheeks, leaving streaks of butter as he pressed farther to reach my tender pink pucker. "Not just on top," I added. "Don't worry," he laughed, "I always butter the inside." I inhaled sharply when his fingers found their target and suddenly entered me to lube me with butter. "Relax," Dad sighed in my ear. I gripped the counter, inhaled, and tried to relax. "That's better," he said softly. "Oh yeah," I moaned as Dad continued to work his butter-slicked fingers into my ass to lube me up and open me up. Dad slowly removed his fingers and pressed his cock head at my asshole. "Ready?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I moaned again. "I thought so," Dad whispered in my ear. He finally removed his left hand from my pajama top and planted it in the middle of my back. He added a light pressure to signal that he wanted me to lean over the counter, and I eagerly obliged. "Open up for Daddy," he said as he pressed his rigid cock against my asshole. We both held our breath until my ass granted him admission and his cock head popped inside of me, and then we both exhaled loud and fast. "Damn," I muttered with appreciation as Dad began to slide his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. "Mmmmm," Dad sighed as his cock reached its full depth and pressed my own cock against the counter edge. "Fuck me, Dad," I said, although there was no need for the request. He was already starting to slide his cock out of me. "Oh, Davey," Dad moaned as my ass tightened on his receding cock. "I love you so much." "Me too, Dad. You, I mean." "Mmmmm," Dad sighed as he began to press back into me and set up a slow, steady rhythm for fucking my ass. The clock ticked off the passing seconds and minutes as Dad pleasured us both with his hard cock and the butter in my ass continued to melt and keep us greased up. "Shawn! Davey!" My mother's voice pierced the air. Dad and I froze, and my ass reflexively clamped down on his cock. "Where is everyone?" "Fuck!" Dad hissed as he suddenly unfroze and yanked his cock out of my ass, which slammed shut. "Get cooking!" he added as he pulled up his pajama bottoms and quickly moved over to the coffee maker. He faced the counter to try to hide his frustrated hardon. "Duh," I laughed, yanking my pajama bottoms up. Like Dad, I pressed my hardon against the counter to make it less obvious. I grabbed the English muffins and put them in the toaster, and then I turned on the burner under the skillet. "In the kitchen," Dad called out casually. "What's this?" Mom asked as she entered the kitchen. "It was supposed to be a surprise," I said as I cracked a couple eggs into the skillet. "Happy Mother's Day." "Oh, Davey, you shouldn't have," Mom said, but she was clearly pleased as she crossed the kitchen to kiss me on the cheek. "Why don't you go back to bed," Dad suggested, "and let him bring it up to you when it's ready?" "I would rather have breakfast with my boys," Mom said, putting her arm around my shoulder and giving me a hug. "You'll see plenty of us later," Dad replied. "Let us pamper you," I said, pressing the lever on the toaster to drop the muffins down inside. "Well, if you insist," Mom replied with a smile. "I'll be in bed if anyone needs me," she added before giving me another kiss on the cheek and heading back to the master bedroom. "Shit," Dad muttered when we were alone again. "That was close," I said, shifting the eggs around in the skillet. "I guess it'll have to be another time," I added with obvious disappointment. "Fuck that," Dad replied, crossing the kitchen and putting his coffee cup down on the counter beside me and the stove. "Dad!" I hissed when I felt him pulling my pajama bottoms back down. "You don't want my cock?" he asked with a chuckle. "Okay, but hurry up," I said. "This food will be done soon." "So will I," he assured me as he pulled me to one side of the stove, bent me back over the counter, and pressed his once-again stiff cock at my back door. "It's all yours," I groaned as Dad's cock sank into me. "Damn right," Dad replied as his cock filled my ass to the limit. With the time constraints in mind, he started fucking me hard and fast, slamming me against the counter. I groaned with pleasure each time he rammed his cock balls-deep into my ass before yanking it out to slam back into me. Over and over, Dad fucked my ass with violent thrusts. The dishes on the breakfast tray beside me were rattling and the eggs were sizzling in the skillet. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck your son's ass. Fill me with that big daddy cock of yours." "That's it, Son. Talk dirty to me. Tell me how much you want my cock." "I want your cock in me more than anything, Dad. Oh yeah, fuck my ass. Fill me with your baby batter," I moaned. Dad was grunting and groaning now, and his fucking motions were becoming more urgent. I wanted to help him get off quickly, and I knew how much it turned him on for me to talk dirty. "You like my cock, don't you, boy," he panted. "Oh, yeah. Your cock's fucking amazing, Dad. Give it to me, Daddy. Pound my ass. Fuck me good, Dad. Harder, Dad. Harder," I hissed. "Oh, Davey," he grunted. "Davey, Davey, Davey," he repeated as he gripped the back of my pajama top and yanked it so the front was tight against my body. "I'm cumming, Son. Your daddy's gonna cum in your ass." "Yeah, Dad. Fill me with your hot cum. Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my ass with cum" "DAVEY!" Dad groaned under his breath as he slammed his cock into my ass and pinned me against the counter. "I'M CUMMING, DAVEY," he hissed. "I'M FILLING YOUR ASS WITH YOUR OWN DAD'S CUM." "Yes, Dad. Give it to me. Give me all of your cum, Dad," I begged. His cock spasmed in my ass as he unleashed his load with a huge moan that he barely managed to restrain to a reasonable level. "Oh, Davey, Davey, Davey," he grunted. "Fill me, Dad," I said urgently as I reached down and began to pump my own cock rapidly. "Oh god, I'm gonna shoot too, Dad," I groaned. "Hold on, Davey," Dad said as he used one hand to pull me back into a standing position. "I need some cream in my coffee," he added, grabbing his coffee cup from the counter and holding it out in front of me. "You're sick, Dad," I laughed, grabbing the cup from him and holding it in front of my cock while I jacked my cock furiously with my other hand. "That's it, Son," Dad whispered in my ear. "Cum for Daddy. Sweeten my coffee with that thick, rich, sweet cream of yours." He slid his right hand under my pajama top and began to rub my stomach while he slid his left hand back between the top buttons so he could pinch my nipple. "OH, DAD," I groaned under my breath. "HARDER, DAD, HARDER," I hissed urgently. "Shoot your cum for me, Son," Dad ordered. "Show me what you've got. Cum, Son. CUM." With that final word whispered urgently into my ear, Dad twisted my nipple hard and gripped my stomach. "I'M CUMMING," I moaned as fireworks went off throughout my body. "YES, CUM FOR YOUR DAD." "JUST FOR YOU," I assured him as my body convulsed and the first shot of cum rocketed into the coffee cup. "That's it, Davey. That's it," he said as another load and another and another all shot out of my cock and splashed into the coffee. "Damn, that's gonna be good," he whispered as my final loads oozed out of my cock and dripped into the cup. "You really are sick," I laughed, leaning my exhausted body back against Dad's firm body. "Is that a complaint?" he asked with his own chuckle. "Not on your life," I said as the English muffins popped up. "Damn," I said, seeing that they were burnt. "Fuck!" I added, noticing that the eggs were smoking as well. "I think you'd better get busy making some more," Dad laughed. "You think?" I replied with mock annoyance. "And pay attention to what you're doing this time," Dad added as he stepped back and his softening cock slid out of my ass. "Yeah, that should be a little easier without your huge cock splitting me wide open." "Damn nice ass," Dad muttered under his breath as he patted my ass cheek before pulling my pajama bottoms back up where they belonged. "Damn nice cock," I said, returning the compliment as I looked over my shoulder and saw him tucking his cock back into his own pajamas. Damn, I loved those baby-blue pajamas on him. He looked so sexy in them. "I thought you were going to pay attention to what you're doing this time," Dad laughed when he saw me staring at his hairy chest, which was still exposed by the open pajama top. "Mmmmmm, good," he said after taking a sip of his coffee. He gave me a big smile and a wink. I returned the smile and shook my head as I went back to fixing a replacement breakfast for Mom. ***** "You're too good to me," Mom said as she sat up in bed and I placed the breakfast tray in front of her. "You do so much for us, Mom," I replied honestly. "It's the least we can do to show you how much you mean to us both. Happy Mother's Day." "Happy Mother's Day," Dad added from the doorway. "You're both so sweet," Mom said, tucking into her breakfast. "So's this coffee," Dad said, staring right at me over the rim of the cup while he took a huge drink. "Glad you like it," I said with a smile. "Oh, I definitely do," Dad replied, licking his lips. "It might be the best cup of coffee I've ever had." ------------------- Hope you enjoyed this latest holiday celebration. Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;) Don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.