Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 20:38:08 -0700 From: "..,.." Subject: Hot's for my dad 6 Hots for my Dad -- 6 Copyright 1988 and 2007 I hurried back to my bed and just drifted off when the 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, 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. When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was or what day it was. I was still exhausted. God, no wonder my mom was tired all the time. I lay there for a while reliving the events of yesterday – actually wondering if my memory was correct or of I had dreamed the whole of the experience. When my opened eyes could focus, I looked at the alarm clock and it read 12:40. I had slept about 13 hours straight. I realized that I had to piss like a racehorse and started to get out of bed. That was a big mistake because my body let me know that it was in pain. Well not my whole body, per se, but definitely, my ass let me know that it was in pain. I'd never quite understood the expression `felt like a red hot poker had been shoved up my ass' before, but I did now. I yelled `fuck!" and tried to get out of bed. I made it, but my ass let me know it wasn't in favour of the move. If I had any doubt about the correctness about the memory of my dad busting my ass in and fucking me all day, the pain in my asshole eradicated them. I managed to hobble to my bedroom door and then down the hall to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one was in the bathroom so I went in and started to piss. I must have pissed for five minutes and it felt almost as good as an orgasm. When I finally finished pissing, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. The house was completely silent. I opened the refrigerator, grabbed the choclate milk, and downed about half of the carton. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was. I fixed a sandwich and wolfed it down while still standing at the counter. I wondered where everyone was, but I was too hungry to put much thought into wondering. I fixed a second sandwich and sat down, cautiously, at the table. I took more time to eat this sandwich. As I ate, I contemplated the events of the past 28 hours. I was lost in thought when I heard the buzzer that announced some one was coming down our driveway. I looked out of the window and, eventually, saw our car pull into the yard. When my family started piling out of the car, I remembered it was Sunday; they had all gone to church and left me to sleep. My sisters were the first in the door, announcing that Tommy Sparks had barfed all over his dad and three other people during church. I had to laugh; Mr. Sparks was the banker and always overly particular about how he dressed. On top of that, he was just an asshole. To think of his teenaged son puking all over that immaculate suit was funny. My sisters continued the story. Apparently, Tommy had been drinking last night and it caught up with him during church. I couldn't wait to rub this in on Monday at school. My mom came in next, smiled and said, "Good morning, sleepy head." She went upstairs to change. I wondered what we were having for lunch—I was still starving. When she came down again, she was in one of her weekday dresses. She put on her apron and started buzzing around the kitchen. As she started lunch, I looked at her completely different. Not only could I sympathize with her (because I knew how my dad could ride someone into exhaustion), but also because I knew what her cunt tasted like. I wondered if mom knew dad made me suck her juice from off of his cock. Mom looked at me several times, but she never said a word that was out of the ordinary. She told me about Tommy's accident and how nearly everyone in church had managed to stifle the urge to laugh and how disgusted Mr. Sparks looked as he nearly ran down the isle dragging the still puking Tommy with him. Eventually, my dad came though the kitchen door. Walked up to my mom, grabbed her from behind and gave her a couple of humps. He lifted her dress from the back and rubbed her butt. I could clearly see what he was doing and could see that my mom had on no panties. My mom kind of giggled and said, `you better change out of your suit, dinner will be ready in about half an hour – the roast will be done then, any way." My dad kissed her on the neck, slapped her butt, and said, `whatever you say, boss." He looked at me and said, "I see you finally dragged your lazy ass out of bed. Don't think you're going to make a habit out of sleeping in on Sundays and missing church. Now get your jock ass upstairs and get dressed before your sisters see you nude." I had not even realized I was sitting at the table nude. Dad handed me a dishtowel and said, "Cover your self up; I don't want you scaring your sisters. Now get going." I followed my dad into the living room and when we got to the stairs, he said, "You go up first; I want to watch your pussy ass." I did as instructed and when we were almost to the top, I felt my dad's hand on my ass and his middle and index finger poke my hole. "Fuck, your hole is so hot. There's nothing like virgin pussy to charge a man's cock." Dad pulled his finger out and said, "Fuck, you still have my cream up your hole; no need for lube." Dad put his hands on my shoulder and guided me into my room. He pushed me over to my bed, bent me over and said, "Don't move that pussy ass. We have time for a mid-morning ass fuck; that is if fuck boy's pussy is man enough to take it." With that, he walked out of my room closing the door behind him. About two minutes later, the door opened and my dad walked in. I turned my head and saw my dad standing there stark naked. He had a shirt and cutoffs in his hand. He was also rock hard. He dropped the clothes on the floor and walked over to where I was bent over at the waist. He grabbed my hips and, with no preliminaries, slammed his cock up my ass to the short hair and started long dicking me. I groaned loudly in pain and dad put one of his hands over my mouth and said, "Shut the fuck up, do you want your sisters to walk in and see you taking a cock up your ass?" Low, deep moans escaped from his hairy chest as his hips pounded my hole. After a few minutes my dad spoke again, "Fuck, I love knocking one off up your jock ass. I can't believe what a good fuck you are. My son, the pussy. If I had known what a good fuck you are, I would have started plowing your ass a long time ago. God, how lucky can a man be; two pieces of ass in the same house. Oh, yeah, fuck your hole feels good. Now, squeeze daddy's cock, son. Yeah, that's the way. My dad started speeding up his trusts and his groans got deeper. I don't know how he did it but he never got loud. I mean, it was all I could do to keep from yelling each time he slammed his cock up my well-fucked hole. Nevertheless, my dad just maintained a constant low volume. Finally, after about 15-mintues of pounding the shit out of my hole nonstop, my dad slammed into me so hard I collapsed on the bed. Dad did not miss a stroke and just followed my hole, landing on top of me. He bit my neck hard, screamed in a whispered tone and started shooting his load up my well-fucked ass. As soon as his load finished, he pulled out of my ass, grabbed my hair and told me to suck him clean. I did. His cum was mixed with the taste of his loads from yesterday and the taste of my ass. I wish I could describe the taste. It was exotic, erotic and hot, all at the same time. When I had his cock sucked clean, dad stood up, pulled his short pants on and said, "I decided I better start going commando, that way it'll be easier to fuck your bitch ass off when I decide to drop a load." He buckled his belt and as fucked out as I was, I hated to see him cover that body. Jesus fucking Christ but I was in love with his body. I may have been in love with him too, I'm not sure, but I sure as hell was in love with that fucking body. He picked up his shirt, reached for the doorknob, looked at me and said, "Get yourself cleaned-up and dressed and get your ass down to the table. Your mom will have dinner ready in a few minutes and your well-fucked ass better be in your chair." With that, he left my room and closed the door. I rolled over on my back and noticed, for the first time, that my cock was rock hard. I grabbed hold of it and in about five strokes shot a huge load all over my chest, face and the wall behind my headboard. The orgasm was so strong my body actually had a seizure. I heard my dad yell "Jon-Jon, get your ass down here; dinner's ready." 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. To be continued if there is any more interest in Jon's story.