Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2015 14:17:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Dad Gets Into My Shorts

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*****

"I can't believe you still wear those things," he chuckled as I entered the
bedroom.

I looked down, at my favorite around-the-house shorts, my blue Umbros, the
ones I used to wear for soccer practice and runs when I was 15, 16. They
still fit, sort of, but I'd grown enough that they were really only
appropriate for the house, maybe to run out and grab the morning paper,
like I'd just done. Really, they were basically just underwear covers, at
this point. Something to throw on when I got out of bed in the morning,
before getting actually dressed. Or after a shower in the evening, before
sprawling out on the couch to watch TV.

He reached out from the bed to touch them, running his thick fingers over
the still shiny blue material. We both grinned at the way that made my cock
bulge, making the shorts basically indecent, which was just fine by us
both. It was shaping up to be an incredible weekend, already had been, and
it was only Saturday morning. The new level of closeness, of intimacy
between us, being able to talk openly about our desires, what turned us on
about each other, was fucking hot. Something I'd only dared to dream about,
and all of a sudden, we were living it.

The shorts were one of the things he'd mentioned, all curled up in a
blissful, post-sex glow together last night. How he'd been pretty tormented
by the sight of me in them, right from the first time I wore them. Even
more so as my body kept growing, and the shorts got smaller and smaller on
me. The time he'd stroked out an enormous load, watching from inside as I
washed his car in them, my skin glowing with sweat, speckled with foam,
these little shorts clinging to my muscular jock butt and my big teenage
bulge with sweat and backsplash from the car.

"Hey, they still fit... kinda," I grinned at him now as he ran those
fingers back and forth, as much feeling up the big muscles of my thigh, the
sides of my ass, as he was the shorts. "They're too good to throw away."

"Goddamn right they are," he growled, then sat up, swinging his big, hairy
legs over the side of his bed, turning me to face him, then giving me a
charming, almost-shy smile as he leaned in, and slowly kissed the tops of
my thighs, right through the shorts. Clearly, something he'd wanted to do
for awhile. And with the new bond between us, the kind of thing that we
both could indulge in now. Just the tip of a very large, sexy iceberg.

I made a low growl of pleasure, running my hand through his thick,
bed-messy salt and pepper hair, as I watched the big, handsome, hairy
fucker I called Dad kiss his way up and down and over my little old
Umbros. Making me throb even harder for him, and when he ran his lips
slowly up and down that bulge, I moaned lustily at him.

"You know, I'd love to dress for you, Dad," I said huskily, thinking of all
the fantasies I'd had about underwear, athletic gear, Speedos, all worn
proudly for him to admire, appreciate, touch if he wanted. "Love to see you
in a few things for me, too."

The growl he gave me in return as he pulled me in even closer and ran his
tongue over my bulge made me shiver, and I knew I'd touched a particular
nerve. Fuckin' perfect.

"Why don't we start with these, big guy?" I whispered, reaching down for
his hands, guiding them over the fabric, the firm body of his son
underneath. Moving them up to the waistband, helping him slowly skin them
down, revealing my big, hard young cock, my neatly-trimmed bush, the
strong, bare muscles of my thighs. He just rumbled with pleasure, his lips
kissing all over my warm, newly bare flesh, before he picked up the
discarded shorts, brought them to his nose, and inhaled my scent
deeply. This time, it was my turn to growl with pleasure, fisting my
already-leaking dick as I watched him get off on me like that.

It was amusing, but sexy as fuck, to watch him gamely struggle into my
shorts, their smallness on his big mature body just emphasizing his
manliness, making the fur on his big, muscled chest seem to pop even
more. But there was a problem, a big one - that great big hardon of his
simply would not fit. Tugged the shorts down in front, almost all the way
to the thick root of his manhood, and bulged them so obscenely, it looked
like he was packing a footlong log in there. He wasn't quite that big, of
course, but not far shy of 12 inches, for sure. I thought he looked even
better than I did, but clearly it wasn't comfortable for him, so he fished
around inside my shorts, and finally just pushed his big piece down and out
the leg hole, where it lay proudly engorged on the bedspread. That huge Dad
cock that he'd sunk so lovingly up inside me last night, brought me off
with, planted more of the seed he'd created me with inside me. Getting hard
for me all over again.

I kneeled down between his strong legs, rubbing them as I leaned in to
smell him, smell our incestuous sex on his big, beautiful father cock. He
didn't need to guide my head in closer, I was already moving to take him
back in my mouth again, to finish the long, slow, sloppy suckjob I'd been
administering when we woke up a little while ago, before he'd made me
stop. Told me how he wanted to go all day long with me, really celebrate
our new family bond, just fuck and make love and play all damn day. How he
wanted to save up his big, thick cumload for me, make it really fill me up
when he finally bred me at the end of the day. That sounded like a damn
good idea to me, so in the meantime, I used my lips and tongue to gently
prime his pump some more, all the while running my fingers over the silky
blue fabric of my sexy old Umbros, and the even sexier man inside them.