Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:13:49 -0700 From: "..,.." Subject: Hot's for my dad 7 Hots for My Dad -- 7 Copyright 1988 and 2007 Mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com Before I begin this installment of Jon's story, I would like to thank the few of you who took the time to comment about Jon's story. If you email me, please attach a photo so I know with whom I'm corresponding and I'll return one of mine. I'd also like to answer a couple of questions. This is not my story so I cannot incorporate your plot ideas. I have to relate the story as Jon told it to me (and our group of mm incest friends) and as I know it first hand. I do thank you for your suggestions regarding the plot, and perhaps I may write some fiction later for this site and incorporate your wishes. Yes, I, too, grew up in an incest environment although mine was much more extreme than was Jon's situation. When Jon's story is finished, I will write of my personal incest relationship with my father that encompassed nearly 40 years starting when I was a young child. So, be patient. On to the questions about the physical characteristics of Jon and his dad -- particularly about his dad! This chapter will begin with a brief description of Mark and Jon. The physical description is based upon both my memory of the two of them (as I was fortunate to have known and played with both of them for several years) and Jon's description of himself and his father and photos from the era in which the incest began. Picture it, Sicily, 1935 -- no, wait, that is Sophia's line from Golden Girls. Jon was 16 when the physical relationship with his dad began. Although Jon played all the sports the local high school had to offer, he was not a buff jock like they are today. He had a tight body with just the beginning of what could be a six-pack but never developed. Jon was 5'10", 171, with dark blond hair, and blue eyes that changed colour depending on the clothes he was wearing. He had some body hair although it was true blonde in colour -- the type that one can only actually see when the light is shining on it from the side or behind him . His legs and butt were lightly furred and his chest was lightly furry, too. His ass -- well, I could go on for days extolling the beauty of that ass. It was a perfect heart-shaped ass. The girls at school were envious of his ass and more than a few of the boys looked at it when he walked by. Jon told me many times that his best friend remarked more than once, `I wish Wendy had your ass, man I'd fuck her to death. You know, 2/3 of the guys in school would fuck your ass if they could get away with it." No, Tommy and Jon never had any sexual relationship whatsoever nor did Jon and anyone else from school. That's about it for Jon. Oh, his dick when the incest started was 5.5 inches, cut. Later it grew another inch. Mark on the other hand was magnificent. He was not a porn star god; instead, he had a very natural body that comes from a lifetime of ranch/farm work. Townies and city people do not realize how strenuous ranch work actually is. Most farmers/ranchers have a very nice body. His shoulders were very wide which made his waist look small although his pants size was 38. He was 6'2 tall, which was unusual back then, and he was all chest and legs. To use an old expression, Mark was "one tall lanky drink of water." Mark had a hairy body. His chest was hairy but not furry—it was easy to see the nipples though the hair. His ass and legs were equally as hairy but there were only a few stray hairs on his back. It almost looked like Mark had a regular wax job from the top of his shoulders to his butt crack. His cock was 7.25 when he was overly horned which was most of the time. Ok, that's it for the body descriptions. Chapter 7 I jumped off the bed, moaned at the soreness in my asshole, pulled on some clothes and headed to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen door, I stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take. There sat my father in an a-shirt the old-fashioned kind that they wore in the old days. They call them tank tops now. Where the hell he had gotten it is beyond me. All I had ever seen him wear was the standard t-shirts. I just stood and started. I could not believe it but my dad looked even hotter in that shirt than he did naked. Even though I'd just shot a load that almost made my toe nails fall off, I popped an instant hard on. I quickly sat down at my place and took the hands of my sister and my mom. Dad prayed and we all said, "Amen" and my mom started passing the roast beef. I know we ate roast beef but that is the only thing I remember about that meal. I could have eaten fried cow pie but I don't remember. All I did was stare at my dad's hair chest. God damn, how could anyone look that hot. When I `came to,' my sisters were clearing the table. My dad said, "I have to go check on some fence. Swanson said he thought he saw some fence down over at the back of his place. Jon's gonna earn his keep today and go with me. I can use someone with his, ah, particular talents." That was that. Whatever I had planned to do today, the plans were changed. What, I wondered, had seeing my dad fuck that woman gotten me into. Well, I wondered if I should have kept my mouth shut about seeing him fuck her. Dad stood up from the chair and said, Get your ass in gear, kiddo; we have some serious work to be done. I stood up and started for the kitchen door to the rest of the house and dad asked where I was going. To get dressed No need to change Jon, it's a nice warm day and you could use some sun. We'll ride the horses today. He emphasized the word `ride." I turned around and started out the back door. My dad slapped my ass cheek hard and told my mom not to worry, it might take a while to find the broken section and repair it since he didn't exactly know what was wrong with it. We went into the barn where my dad grabbed me and shoved me into my horse's stall. He grinned and said, It's just you and me all afternoon, pussy-boy; I have a distinct feeling that you're gonna be walking saddle sore when we get home. With that, he shoved me to my knees, pulled his cock out of the shorts and said, "Suck it up, cocksucker." I knelt there sucking my dad's cock for perhaps five minuets before he pulled it out of my mouth, wiped it dry on my face, tucked it, still hard, back in his shorts and said" Let's saddle the horses and get going; I have a real need to ride your ass, kid. I saddled my horse while dad saddled his horse and put on a pair of chaps. He really looked funny working in an a-shirt, thin running shorts, chaps, and cowboy boots. Yes, it was funny, but he was too hot to me to laugh at the look -- it just turned me on something fierce to see so much of his body. The body that had fucked me into submission and oblivion yesterday and the body I had freely caressed in the shower while I washed our fucks off his body. I was rock hard. Dad stepped into the saddle and said, "Let's get moving, cocksucker." I stepped into my chaps, mounted the horse, pulled the reins to the left, and we headed out of the barn. We rode for about 10 minutes before dad said another word. Jon, your ass is without a doubt the hottest fuck I have ever had, and you need to know that before I met your mom, I fucked a lot of ass. I'm going to teach you how to keep that hole of yours tight by using your ass muscles. You're always going to be one hot fuck. And trust me; I'm going to be fucking that hole on a daily basis. Now get your ass off that horse. We stopped in the middle of a meadow on our property and dismounted. Dad walked over to me, turned me around, stuck his hand down my shorts and poked two fingers into my asshole. Good, you have enough of my cum up there so we don't need any preparation. Strip. When I was nude, he said Put your chaps back on cocksucker, it'll be easier on your knees that way. I did as dad ordered me and watched as he then completely stripped. His cock was pointing towards heaven and I could see pre cum already glistening on his cock head. The told me to get in my hands and knees, like a dog. Dad squatted behind me, grabbed the belt of my chaps slammed that cock up my ass in one fucking hard shove. I screamed in pain and dad yelled, "Jesus fucking Christ!" and started fucking. Like yesterday, my dad was verbal but he was much louder today. After a few minutes of slamming his cock up my hole, my dad slowed up a bit and said, "Jesus, I fucking love fucking in the out doors. I love being out here nude and rutting around like a couple of animals. Your pussy is going to get a real work out today, ass-fuck. I've only come once and you know how many loads I can shoot, so, get ready for a long day of gettin' fucked, kid. I'm fucking your tail `til my cock falls off." There was something about hearing my dad spit out such dirty talk that turned me on immensely. Sure, he said, hell, damn, and ass, around us all our lives, but this was something else. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to break off if I touched it. He reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back so far I thought my neck would snap. I moved my torso as best I could -- but there I was on all fours, my shoulders arched back, my head pulled back and my dad riding my fuck hole. Dad laughed and said, And now, pussy boy, I'm going to show you how I can ride in the saddle. Damn but you look just like some filly getting broke in. My dad started power fucking my ass then; actually scooting my knees forward a bit each time he slammed his cock up my hole. In about 10 minutes of fucking me to death. My dad started getting even louder and louder with his moans, groans, and shouting. Finally, he screamed "God damn it jock boy, take my fucking load." And with that, he started creaming my ass. He never stopped slamming his cock up my hole until his orgasm was completely over. He kept pumping for a couple of minutes and finally, he pulled out and said, "don't move.' He walked around to my face (having not let go of my hair), and pulled my face into his crotch and said, "clean up my fuck, pussy." While I was sucking him clean, I reached under me and started jacking my cock. My dad noticed and slapped my head and said, `no you don't. Turn that cock loose, I want you horned all day." When his cock was clean, he pulled out, put his shorts and shirt in the saddlebag and put on his chaps and stepped into the saddle. I looked up at him from my position on all fours. There he sat, magnificent on that horse. He was stark naked in a pair of chaps with his cock still rock hard and pointing the way to heaven. He looked at me and said, `get on that horse, cum-face. We got some work to do in addition to fucking your asshole off.' He clicked his tongue, nudged his heals into the side of the horse and off they went. He looked over his shoulder and said, `Get your pussy in gear." I stumbled as I got up, my legs being mostly asleep from having been in an awkward doggy-position for most of the last 45 minutes while my dad fucked me a new asshole. I climbed into the saddle, took hold of the reins and nudged Pet forward. I was too sore to make Pet move fast so we just sort of meandered behind my dad and Pat, his horse. After about 20-minutes, we came to a large pond on our property. Beavers had dammed it a long time ago and although they were gone, my dad had maintained it as a swimming hole. We came out here a lot in the spring and summer. It was one of my favourite spots on my dad's ranch. Dad dismounted Pat, took off his hat, chaps and boots and said, Ok cocksucker, time to wash the fuck off and relax a while. The fence doesn't need to be mended; I just wanted the afternoon to myself -- myself and your pussy." I dismounted, took off my chaps, boots and hat. Dad reached out and took my hand and led me to the edge of the pond. If you want me to continue, I need to know you enjoy the story. I'd rather not waste my time writing a story in which no one is interested.