Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 08:25:04 -0800 From: "..,.." Subject: Hot's for my dad 5 Hots for my Dad -- 5 Copyright 1988 and 2007 Dad walked over to where I was, put his left hand on my shoulder and shoved me to my knees. He uttered two words: "Do it." I didn't need any more instruction that that. I just leaned forward and slick his cock down my throat. Dad wrapped his hands around my head and started long dicking me, slamming his pelvic bone into my face with each slam. I was choking and gagging and my dad just kept fucking. After perhaps ten minutes we heard the buzzer that announced a car was coming down our long drive way. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth, dick slapped me a few times and then walked over to the chair where he had his clothes. He put on a pair of well worn out 501s that years of farm work had softened, pulled on a t-shirt and said: Get off your fucking knees before someone sees you in the cocksucker position. And wipe all that saliva off your fucking face, cocksucker. I got up and wiped my face off. In a couple of minutes we heard my mom's car pull up to the garage. My mom got out of the car and yelled: Mark, I need some help. Go on, cocksucker, help your mom and be snappy. I started toward the car and saw my mom opening the trunk. She turned around and said, "Hi Jon. How was your day with your dad?" then she got the funniest look on her face. She watched me walk up to the car and take the bags out of her hand. I turned around and started toward the house; as I was almost there, I looked over my shoulder and mom was still watching me walk, and her face still had that odd look on it. I carried the bags up to my parent's room. Every step up the stairs was pure agony. My ass felt like some one had stuck a red hot poker to it. This morning I would ever have guessed that being fucked would hurt so much. And even though my ass had hurt like hell as my dad was wrecking it all day, that pain was nothing to what I was experiencing now. I put the packages on their bed and stood there a minute staring at the bed. This was the bed where my dad fucked my mom to death every night. Now I knew exactly how she felt with my dad's cock up her cunt, well I didn't know that, but I knew how she felt when my dad slammed his cock up her asshole. As tired as I was, as drained as I was, I felt my cock stir as I looked at the bed. I knew that, with only the onion skin shorts on that I couldn't afford to spring wood – it would be obvious and no one would miss it. I turned around to leave their room and I saw my mom standing in the door looking at me. She had that same odd look on her face. I walked to the door and she moved so I could leave their bedroom. When I got to the head of the stairs, I looked over my shoulder and mom was sill looking at me. I went downstairs and out to the patio and carefully sat down in one of the Adirondack chairs. My dad just laughed and grabbed his crotch and gave is a couple of squeezes and said, "don't worry cocksucker, you'll get to play with it again. I'll let you eat some more of my meat" I thought, `I sure as fuck hope it's not tonight; it'll kill me or my asshole will fall off." After a while my dad yelled that the steaks were done and my mom and my sisters came out of the house. Mom had put a salad together and one of my sisters was carrying an apple pie that mom had bought at the bakery. From the moment they walked out of the house, my dad was a different person. It was as though someone had turned a switch. He served up the steak and asked mom how her day had been and how much of his money she'd spent. Mom gave him an almost blow-by-blow account of their day and my sisters filled in some details. I sat there at the table and tried to eat but I was simply too exhausted to lift the fork to my mouth. I'd never been this tired in my life. The first day of school in September when we did PE for the first time in three months had caused less fatigue and soreness than my dad fucking me all day was causing me. Dad noticed and said: What's wrong with you, Jon, you look like you bailed hay all day. You too tired to eat? Yeah, dad, I'm really tired for some reason. You better make it an early night, but you need to eat something before you go to bed. Now, eat my meat like a good little boy. I made it just like you like it. I turned beat red and Dad and my sisters laughed. He was always calling me "little boy" when he was being sarcastic, shaming me into something, or trying to make my sisters laugh. They loved it and broke into gales of giggles like all young girls do. Dad was laughing for a different reason—`eat your meat' meant something different when he said it to me now. Somehow I managed to eat most of the steak. When I was finished, my mom told me to try to eat some pie so I would keep my strength up and as a reward for taking care of my dad all day. I wondered if she meant that the way it sounded or if I was just suddenly paranoid. I tried to eat the pie my mom handed me, but I was just too fucking tired. I sat there and tried to respond to the conversation but my eyes were drooping lower and lower. Finally, dinner was over and my mom said, "Jon, perhaps you need to go to bed." She reached over ad felt my forehead and said, "You may be coming down with something, you feel flushed." I thought, "Yeah, I'm coming down with something alright, cum poisoning. And you'd be flushed too, if dad had just spent the last nine hours fucking your holes off." I carried my dishes into the kitchen and started to clear them but my mom told me to go on up to bed. She patted my butt in that motherly way, but I sort of let out a yelp. Our eyes met and lightening flashed from each of us into the other's eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ; she knows' I thought. But how could she? I turned around and walked out of the kitchen ad up to my room. I barely made it into my room and fell onto my bed. I don't mean I got into bed, I mean my body collapsed onto my bed so hard I actually bounced. In less than a minute I was in almost passed out. There was a knock on the door ad my mom came in. she handed me a tube of something and said, "This will help, Jon" and left my room, closing the door behind her. I looked at the tube and it was Preparation H. God damn, my mom knew. I opened the tube and squeezed some of the cream onto my fingers. I rolled over onto my stomach and stuck my hand down the shorts and started massaging the cream into my abused asshole. My bedroom opened, unexpectedly, and my dad walked in. he looked at me, on my stomach, rubbing cream into my hole and he said, "Jesus, you getting it ready for me to fuck it again? I thought you'd need at least a couple of hours to rest up." Dad laughed, closed the door and walked over to my bed. He sat down and said: Jon, I sure as fuck hope you are ok with what happened, but even if you aren't, we can ever go back to the way it was before this morning. Your mouth and pussy belong to me, and will the rest of my life. Now get some sleep; you'll need it. Dad pulled his cock out and said, now kiss it night-night, Jon-Jon" when I had kissed his cock, he put it in his pants and started for the door. I was asleep before my dad closed my bedroom door. I don't know what time it was, but I came too and realized that I was going to piss the bed if I didn't hurry to the bathroom. I moved down the hall as quickly as I could and took a piss that lasted at least five minutes. I just kept pissing and pissing and pissing. I couldn't remember every having that much piss in my body. But I hadn't pissed since I'd gotten up that morning – that fateful morning that changed my life irrevocably. The trip back to my bedroom was more leisurely. As I passed my parent's door, I almost dropped dead: emanating from their room was the inimitable sounds of my dad fucking my mom. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! How the fuck could he do it. As I stood there the grandfather's clock on the landing struck 12 a.m. I'd been asleep for four hours. As I stood there my cock decided to strike midnight—it was almost instantly point straight up. I reach down and grabbed it and started to rub it. I didn't know what my mom looked like as she got fucked, but I knew all too well what my dad looked like when he was fucking. I knew that first hand from experience. I stood there for a few minutes and heard my dad bellow "here it comes; take it bitch." I kjew my dad was blowing a load up one of my mom's holes. I hurried back to my bed and was drifting off when my bedroom door opened and in the dim light coming though the window, I saw my dad standing there, nude, with his cock hard and glistening in the moonlight. I thought, "Christ, he's already lubed up! He can't possibly throw another fuck. It's just not possible" When dad saw that I was awake, he said, I bought you a present, fuck face. Now close your eyes, and open your mouth, cuz daddy's got a big surprise for you. I may have wrecked your pussy for a day or two, but your mouth is still in great shape. My dad pulled me up to sit on the edge of my bed, and said, "I told you, cocksucker, close your eyes and open your mouth." I did so and my dad shoved his cock into my mouth. As soon as his cock slid into my mouth, my eyes flew open ad I looked up at him with a surprised expression. Dad laughed and said, "So you like daddy's present, huh, kiddo?" My dad hadn't slicked his cock up to fuck me; his cock was slick with my mom's pussy juice and his cum. Now, granted that I'd never even smelled pussy before, let alone tasted it, but I knew instantly what that taste was. Dad shoved his cock balls deep and whispered, "Suck it clean, cock-boy." I started sucking his cock and he started slowly fucking my face. My dad took my head in his hands ad started slam fucking my mouth. He kept this up for about five minutes and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. He started cock slapping me and after a while shoved it back down my throat and said, `Jesus Christ, this is fucking fun." He grabbed my head and squeezed it hard between his hands and really started to gag-fuck my face. I could do nothing but hang on for the ride. My dad slammed my throat for at least 15 minutes and then groaned and yanked his cock out of my mouth. He grabbed it and pointed it at my face. In a few seconds his cock erupted with another load which he shot all over my face. How the fuck could he do this. If my dad had only fucked my mom once (and give the time that was doubtful), it would mean that my dad was shooting the tenth load of the day. He was a fucking god damn fertility god. When he finished shooting, he shoved his cock in my mouth and said, "suck it." I did. Dad said, "you look so hot with my cock in your mouth and my cum all over your face." He pulled his cock out. Leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head and said, `Leave it Jon-Jon; I want you to wear my cum all night to remind you that you're my fuck toy. It better be there in the morning." He turned around and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. I fell back on the bed, too tired to even pull the covers over me. I was asleep in seconds.