Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 13:54:46 -0800 From: Mister Stories Subject: Working my urges out on my fat dad This story is about sexual events occurring between a father and his 22-year-old son. The events described are completely fictional and any likeness to any person or event, living or dead, is coincidental. Please stop reading if you are offended by this or are not allowed to read this material in your jurisdiction. Have comments? I'd love to hear them! I can be reached at mrstories777@gmail.com. And please, if you're able to, sending just a few bucks to nifty.org can make this story and thousands of others available to horny readers around the world for another day. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Yeah son, go ahead and keep doing it just like that." I was in heaven. Gliding up and down my dad's body, under the covers in his bed, my throbbing hard-on leaking fluids all over his thigh. I was going crazy. Finally being able to just let loose and not hide anything anymore from the man whose love I craved the most. Earlier in the day, my dad caught me jerking off to porn. But not just any porn. Older, hairy, big men grinding up against each other. There wasn't anything I could do. I froze. But my dad just said, "That's enough of that. Come here son." I put my cock back in my underwear and walked over, scared shitless. But he opened his arms and gave me the biggest hug. "There's someone in this house who could sure help you with those urges, ya know." He winked. I laughed nervously, not sure if he really said what I thought he said. "What do you say we take an hour and have a little sex ed class in my bedroom?" I couldn't believe this. "I'm not gay, son. But I love you. You deserve to have a healthy sexual outlet. Okay?" I nodded, a huge smile growing across my face. Dad laughed lightly and gave me a little kiss. "Okay, let's go!" "Wait... dad?" "Yeah?" "Can we... get naked now?" "Of course, dude." I'll never forget this moment. I hesitated, waiting for Dad to start undressing first, my mouth wide open, my eyes blankly staring at his body. He started by unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't have an undershirt on. It was the same fat, hairy body I'd seen time and time again. It always excited me but never like this. Because I knew he wanted me to get excited. "Well champ?" he said as he tossed his shirt to the floor, his chest and belly jiggling with the motion. "Oh..." I said as I lifted my t-shirt up over my head. "Looking good, son." He winked as he unbuckled his belt. "Uh, thanks..." was all I could muster. My dad stood there, his jeans hanging low on his hips. "Why don't we let our peckers out at the same time? Okay? One... two...." I gripped my shorts. "THREE!" We both pulled our britches down together. My hard 6-incher made a hard "thwack" as it slapped my belly. My dad was fully soft. I took it all in as best as I could. From his scraggly face to his bulbous chest to his man bits hanging between his legs. He wasn't everyone's cup of tea. In fact most would call him ugly and fat. But he was my dad, and the fact that he wanted to share this with me was the hottest thing I could ever imagine. I noticed he noticed I was scanning his body. He stood silently, not wanting to interrupt my enjoyment. When I recaptured his gaze, he said firmly, "All right, let's get to bed. It's a little chilly!" I remember staring at his firm butt with every step. I "accidentally" got so close that my hardon poked it a few times. He pretended not to notice. Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom, he slid off the covers and crawled in. "Why don't you get on top of me so I can teach you a little about kissing?" Still lightheaded, I somehow made the motions needed to find myself on top of my old man. I felt the cold sheets at first, but then his warm, hairy body quickly took the mild discomfort away. I've never felt so at peace. His breath on my face. Chests touching. Both our rotund bodies locked together in a loving embrace. He looked at me, smiled, and then leaned up to meet my mouth with his. It was my first romantic kiss. I was overwhelmed with lust. All I could do was start gyrating into him. I didn't even realize I was doing anything at first. That's when I snapped back into reality. I reached and grabbed his big hairy boobies. "Love these" I said with barely enough breath in my lungs to get the words out. "Well if you love them so much why not put your pecker in between them?" "FUCK!" I almost yelped. I couldn't move fast enough. I grabbed my rod and hoisted myself up onto my dad's torso. He grinned, "There ya go. You want me to do the work?" I nodded. My dad put on a serious face. "Okay. We've gotta make sure this penis does not leave my chest. OK?" He gently massaged my cock. I nodded; all I could think about was how fucking hot this was going to be. He pointed right in the center of his chest. I firmly held my dick right at the spot. Then my dad put his hands on his moobs and squoze. Hard. The rest is a blur. I remember watching those nipples turn towards each other as I felt the inside of his hot boobs rubbing back and forth. Hearing my penis squeak every time he'd pull those big boys toward the tip of my cock. The sweat dripping from his furrowed brow as he focused on making sure the pre-cum never stopped flowing. "Talk to me son." he said, firmly, slowing down the action a bit as he waited for my response. "Dad... oh... your boobs..." "What about my boobs, son?" "So good thank you so much dad. FUCK." "That's what I'm here for. Always." He winked, then leaned forward and gave my penis a gentle kiss. That set me over the edge. "Dad I'm gonna let you work all the cum out of my balls and I'm gonna spray some grandkids all over your fucking face." For a split second I thought maybe I went too far. But dad just raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh really?" with a laugh in his voice. "Yes sir." "All right, let's get 'er done!" he cheered, taking a brief moment to dip his finger on my dick and spread a little pre-cum in his cleavage. Then he started moving those beefy mounds back and forth again, his gaze fixed on the cock he held captive. He started muttering to himself. "Wonder what my boy's sperm will feel like on my ugly face." "Mmmm..maybe he'll get some in my hair. I hope so. I bet he's a shooter." He leaned forward a bit, working harder than ever. I felt my balls churning. "I think I see those little soldiers coming now!" And he was right. "DAD!!!!! HAVE A FUCKING FACIAL!" His boobs continued to do the work. Strand after strand of cum started flinging out of my cock in what seemed like a slow-motion movie. And I loved every second of it. I didn't try to steer the stream; I didn't even touch myself. The first shot flew directly between his eyes. Then two more came in rapid succession, one for his forehead and one for his mustache. I moaned. My dad's only response was to squeeze harder. Another long shot fired out, splashing once again on the bridge of his nose. A little started dribbling down from the second shot and got in his eye. "You're blinding me here, stud!" I couldn't react other than to groan "Yessss". He chuckled; I felt his boobs jiggle as one more cumshot volleyed onto his chin. The rest slowly seeped out into his cleavage. Dad and I took a deep breath. "That all you got, son?" I was still taking it all in. There my dad was, center of his face draped with my seed, him still holding my softening cock in his chest in a pool of semen. My eyes scanned the scene furiously. I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. "Son?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh... umm... yeah dad." "Ok then! Want your wee wee back? I hope I took good care of it for you." "Dad... you're the best." He smiled and let go of his tits. My penis was hesitant to leave, but I managed to pull it out of the sperm. "All right. Well I'm gonna get cleaned up. You just holler if you ever need daddy's boobies or anything else again. Even later tonight would be just fine by me." "Thanks dad. And... uh... thanks for letting me... you know." "Cum on my face? Anytime, stud." He slapped my butt. I grabbed his meaty torso and flipped him over so we were facing each other on our sides. Then I slapped his ass even harder. "All right, I gotta get dinner going. Help me up if ya would please." I rolled out of bed in one swift motion, my cock already standing at full mast again. "Jesus son, already gunning to go again?" my dad asked looking through one eye, still glazed in my man seed. "Yeah... but I can wait." "Okay." He extended his arm. I lifted him up, gave him one more slap on the ass, and followed him to the mirror by the bathroom, my erection bobbing with every step. My dad's still soft cock was a friendly reminder that whatever thrills he got from this were definitely not sexual. When Dad first saw his reflection, he let out a gutteral, manly chuckle. "Hooooly shit, boy. You weren't kidding! That is a fucking facial and then some." I blushed, mindlessly jerking my cock looking at my old man staring back at me through the mirror. He grabbed my naked shoulder. "My boy..." he said fondly as he grabbed a tissue and began wiping his face up. I stood and watched him wipe the strand from his eye. Then the pool on his forehead. He tossed the first tissue and grabbed another one for the rest of his face and his chest. That's when I remembered our clothes were still in my bedroom. "Hey dad, want me to get your clothes for ya?" "Nah, I'll come get them when I'm ready. You go ahead and do whatever you need to do today." So I did. Walked back to my room, put my clothes back on, and started doing an assignment I'd been putting off. I didn't see Dad again until he called me down for dinner. "Hot dogs are ready champ!" he shouted. I made my way down. I don't know why, but I was surprised to see dad still naked. I forgot he never came to my room to get his shirt and pants. I relived every single moment of the encounter. "Made you a plate already." As he reached toward it, his arms pressed his jiggly tits together just like when I was tittyfucking him a few hours ago. I must have daydreamed. "Son?" "Oh... right... yeah thanks dad." He smiled, "Not a problem. Figured you wouldn't mind having a little entertainment with your meal." He said, turning around and shaking his naked butt for a few seconds. "Hah, yeah... it's gonna be nice." "As nice as you want it to be." My dick somehow got even harder. I sat down on the couch and started munching on the dog. My dad just stood there, watching me make every bite. "Did I do a good job?" "Yeah, these hot dogs are awesome dad. Thanks!" "That's what a dad's for. Just like how sons are for doing dishes." I rolled my eyes and we shared a half-hearted laugh. When I was finished, I walked over to the counter where my dad was standing. I grabbed a sponge and started washing the plate. That's when dad put his arms around me and gave me a little kiss on the neck. I felt the length of his cock against my thigh. "I'm so proud of you son. I hope you know that." "Thanks dad, I love you." I turned my head and gave him a peck on the lips. I really did love him. Now more than ever. I finished up the dishes. Dad was sitting in his recliner watching TV. His body looked especially hot right now. The way his furry torso was squished together, those nipples slightly asymmetrical. My cock had to come out. I didn't waste any time. I just grabbed my pants and thrusted them down. I started walking over to dad, tossing my shirt off onto the couch. By the time I got to him, I was butt naked just like he was. "Hey champ." He smiled. "Dad..." I hesitated. "Anything you need, son. I'm here for you." "Okay. I know I did... stuff... earlier but I'm still really nervous about saying these things out loud." "Don't be." he stroked my side. "Just tell me what's on your mind." "Okay." I took a breath. "Dad, your boobies are turning me on again." "I can see that." he said, staring point-blank at my leaking erection. "I need to really... get in there." "You want me to use my boobies to get you off again?" My dad started shifting in his chair, thinking I wanted him to get off of it. "Not quite." "Oh?" "I just want to, like, jiggle them and stuff. You don't have to move." "Oh. Well sure bud! You can sure suck on them too." He didn't have to tell me twice. I knelt down and buried my face in those puppies, rubbing his nipples on my cheeks. I started licking like a madman, making sure every inch of his boobs was covered in my saliva. Dad just continued breathing, watching some news show on the tv. I started jacking off. I put my mouth on his left nipple and sucked. And sucked. And sucked. Feeling every bit of fat and hair slide around in my mouth. His warm skin encouraging me. I switched to the right and did the same thing again. "Fuck, I could do this all day." I said after releasing myself from the nipple, not realizing my thoughts were coming out of my mouth. Dad grinned. "I'm sure not gonna stop you." I smiled mischevously. "I'm not done yet!" He continued smiling, "All right, give me all you got." I took one boob in each of my hands and looked at him. He stroked my hair and stared right at me. Then I started slapping those big fat moobs against each other. Over and over and over again. Dad saw how much I was enjoying myself and started moaning. He continued to gently rub his hands by my face and neck. I continued slapping his wet chest for a few more minutes, but realized I had to do something about my cock. "Dad?" I said, continuing to do my best on his tits. "What is it son?" "I'm really horny." "What should we do about that?" He asked. A lightbulb went on in my head. "More slapping!" I yelled. "What?" "Dad take over for my hands. They're tired." "You mean... this?" he said, slapping his boobs together like he was a damn expert. "Yes! Oh my god ok. Please don't hate me." "I'll never hate you son." "Ok." I stood up, my dick now staring him straight in the eye. Dad glanced at it as he continued to make his tits jiggle for my pleasure. I grabbed my hard cock and just started slapping the shit out of his face. At first he seemed genuinely shocked and even jolted away. But then he looked in my eyes and said "Slap away, champ!" And I did. I probably slapped all over his face for 5 minutes. Maybe more. And Dad kept his chest percussion going throughout that whole time. Fuck, what an awesome dad, I thought. And then it just happened. I shot. Jets of cum started flinging onto his face once again. Dad started moaning, "Ohhhh son! Yes!" and started slapping his boobies together even faster. Two more shots fired onto his hair and forehead. He muttered in a high pitched, sexual tone, almost like he was getting fucked. "Gonna slap my boobs til all that cum comes out yes oh yes." "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I yelped. Dad didn't miss a beat. The wet jiggle of his man tits continued even as my erection slowly subsided. "Did. I. Do. A. Good. Job?" he panted, clearly getting tired from mushing his beefy mounds together over and over again for me. I put my hands on his tits. He stopped. "Oh my god dad. Why are you so awesome?" I continued to rub his now red breasts. "I guess it runs in the family" he chuckled. "Mind getting your old man a kleenex?" "Yeah. Hey, um, sorry if I startled you or... anything." I said, secretly just wanting to savor the image I had below me more than have a conversation. I could get used to this, I thought. "Not at all champ. I was a horny 22-year-old once too. I wasn't slapping my cock..." he hesitated, some of my jizz dripping into his nose must have caught him off guard "...or anything. But you're always welcome to work those urges out on me son. And as you can see, I'm more than happy." I looked between his legs and noticed his penis was actually getting a little hard for the first time since we'd started. Looks like the fun is just getting started, I thought to myself as my hand reached toward his firm member.