Date: Wed, 15 May 2019 11:05:50 -0400 From: Sam Roma Subject: Chapter 8 - Sleeping Dad If you are underage or ancestral stories hurt your sensibilities, please turn back now. Please donate to nifty.org to keep stories like these going. Every contribution helps to keep it free. Everyone else, here's the second phase of assault :) --------------------------------------------- Steve was in the center of the bed on his side, his magnificent ass to the window. Matt was enthralled and breathless from the sight exposed by the feeble moonlight. He crept closer and lightly pushed Steve's exposed shoulder in the back. Steve responded and adjust himself in the bed, now fully on his stomach, his ass up and facing away from the window. One hand hugged his pillow closer to his face. One leg was folded with his knees under him and up almost near his chest. Matt couldn't believe his luck. It was time for phase two. Matt had just lapped up his Dad's piss and cum and the taste was still stuck on his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He savored it every second trying to make saliva mixed with those juices and gulping it down again. He was still erect, his cock drooling like a famished octogenarian without dentures spotting food. There lay his Dad, with his amble bottom facing up, soft curves forming subtle love handles, a strong back, muscled traps and a thick neck leading to a comatose head with thick blonde and white hair. This was the night if any. He was going to get the most of his Dad and stay every desire he had impulsively formed in these last couple days. Matt carefully climbed up on the side of the bed and oriented himself to face Steve's feet. It seemed appropriate to work his way up once again. Matt first started with sucking not those delicious plump toes. He felt their voluptuousness on his tongue, wrapping it around them and delighting int her taste and texture. He made sure to move his tongue between the toes and clean Steve's foot systematically. Steve's toe nails were trimmed and blunt. Matt loved the sensation of his tongue going from warm cushiony flesh of the toes to the hard, cool ivory like nails. Once Matt had lapped his tongue over the sole of the feet and licked every inch, he moved upward to the space between the ankle and the heel where it was smooth and silky with blonde hair framing that clearing. It was cool to the touch of his lips. Matt kissed it passionately and moved up the leg, feverishly kissing, licking, touching, massaging every part of his Dad's legs as he arrived at those massive hairy thighs. Matt just put his face up against a thigh, feeling the coarseness of the hair on it against his smooth young face. He moved his head left and right as if to lather himself up in that sensation. He could smell it now. That distinct, inviting hint of aroma of the musk between his father's legs. Matt could barely control himself at the prospect of getting up close and personal withe source of this divine smell. Just then, the clouds parted again and a clear beam of moonlight fell on Steve, almost as if a spotlight had been turned on and aimed at Steve's buxom behind. Matt gasped out aloud. In her he quickly checked to see if his Dad had woken but he had nothing to be apprehensive about. The silvery moonlight picked out every detail on the two large globes that Steve called his ass. Matt noticed how beautifully pale and pink the butt cheeks were, never having seen the sun. His butt hung out over his thigh forming a dark crease on the upper thigh. Dark blonde hair sparsely covered those inhuman buttocks. Matt ran a trembling hand through them. The moment he touched his father's ass his own cock dribbled some cum. He was hard as iron now. As he straddled his father's one leg, he left a trail of his own gooey cum along his leg like a horny snail. Matty bent low, hovering right under his Dad's buttcrack and took a long sniff. The smell almost choked him, it was thick in its concoction of musk, sweat, cum, body wash and ripeness. Matt reveled in that whiff. If only he could bottle that, it would be his own sexy perfume he could sleep to every night. Steve's squashed pink balls were trapped under him. Matt poked his tongue out and lick at it. If his Dad had been awake it would have definitely tickled him, Matt thought. From there he brought his tongue up the base of Steve's crack, tasting little concentrated flavor bombs along the thick blonde hair covering the crack, all the way to the top of Steve's ass. He left a slimy, wet layer of his own saliva on the crack. If Matt ha been enthralled by the flavor of cum from Steve's cock before, he was tripping and transported from the taste of his Dad's ass crack. He bent down and sucked back all the wet drops of his own saliva, now infused with the pungent aroma of Steve's ass. Matt took minute to breathe and savor that taste. Then he went back to plump the depths between the crack. Matt carefully put his hands over either butt cheek and gently pulled them away. In the moonlight, Matt saw the beauty that met his red eyes. Dark blonde hair, parted like the sea before Moses, revealing the beautiful tightly furies pink rose in between...Steve's ass hole. Matt liked his lip and without further delay hastened to eliminate this space between his face and Steve's asshole. Matt could barely keep conscious himself. He was having an out fo body experience. This was a man's ass. His man's ass. His virile Dad's ass. It smelled and tasted just like how manly butthole should.Matt began to makeup with that beautiful hole, pink and fleshy. It was soft on his lips, and seemed deep enough to house his face if it could open up. Matt let his hands relax a bit so that the two butt cheeks flanking his face wobbled back, putting pressure on his face now, as if he was held in place by his Dad. In that pressure, Matt squirmed further down, his nose pressed hard above the hole, a questing wet tongue trying to burrow deep into that delicious hole. Steve's hole was slightly puffy around the edges with the pink hole inviting Matty's tongue into its magical tunnel.Matt tried to open as wide as he could and jutted his tongue out as far as it would go down Steve's hole, feeling the soft fleshy insides, tasting pungent and musky, a little tannic, a little sweaty. Matt's eyes were closed tight, enjoying the moment, the pressure, the vulnerability and the otherworldly taste of his father's hole. He felt deeply connected, like he was actually fucking him. He felt one with his dad, one body, from Dad to son, the same blood, same flesh. Matt was drooling down his open mouth. Just then Steve let out a deep moan and moved his knee further up towards his chest. Steve seemed to be relaxing because his pink puffy hole opened up like a flower and Matty's face got sucked into that heavenly vacuum a little more. For the first time Matty tasted something slightly dirty. His dick was a raging rock at this point and ready to explode. He was in an almost masochistic pain but enjoying every moment of it. Hungrily he darted his tongue into that hole, trying to clean it out and suck out every essence, every speck, every drop, every taste Steve's ass produced. At that very instant, Matty's cock pulsed like a shockwave, a sure sign it was at the end of all self-control and ready to gush out the torrent that had formed within Matty's young, horny balls. Matty extricated himself from Steve's ass. He was kneeling over his prone Dad now, right over his ass and between his legs. Hurriedly, he tried to cup his hand over his dick to prevent showering his Dad awake with his cum. Matty's raw, pink, almost red cock burst with the first tsunami wave of cum, straight in his hand which acted like a dam. And just like a dammed river in a high tide, his sticky and milky cum, teeming with his coarse sperms, spilled over and dripped down his hands, straight onto his Dad's ass below. Matty was shocked and stunned immobile. He didn't know how to react. A second wave are spurting out and coated his own hand in slick cum and spilled down it again onto Steve's lower back. He watched transfixed as the cum pooled on Steve's lower back, just above the crack and then started making its way down the treasure train drawn into the pink cave of Steve's ass hole. Steve's ass, unconsciously puffed out, keeping the cum at bay and then almost immediately, sucked all the cum back into its depths where Matty's tongue had just been. Matty watched all that, incredibly stunned and in deep lust. A third wave spurted out. Matty didn't even try this time and let it fall down his hand onto Steve back and ass. Two more ropey, slick, milky, dense shots of cum followed until Matt gasps and held his rock hard dick almost trying to calm it down and pacify it, like it were a raging beast. Matty's cock finally spent and slowly started drooping as it lost all the blood in it from the release of the tension pent up all night. Matty looked down, his face pale and in shock, mouth open, hands held up completely coated in cum. Matty grabbed a bit of loose sheets and wiped his hands clean. It didn't even cross his mind to lick it all up as he really didn't care for cum. However, he spied all the ejaculate on hisDad's back and ass. Now that was a different matter. Anything that involved his Dad, he wanted it. He pressed his face down and slowly and fastidiously, licked all his cum off of Steve's back. He started from the lower back, licking up his own cum that slicked into curly little hairs on Steve's lower back. He brought his tongue down and gently made his way to the magical pink asshole that he couldn't get enough of. He lapped copious amount of his own cum and saliva mixed with Steve's scents and delighted in its new taste. His cum tasted less pungent, less strong, less salty than his Dad's but the added flavor of his Dad's body made up for it. He proceeded to part Steve's hairy ass and drink everything between those beautiful pale moons. He was going to clean his Dad up thoroughly and leave no evidence. He reached the manhole and started to make out with it. His soft lips meeting the puffy ones of his Dad's hole. He coaxed every last drop of his cum out from his Dad's hole. His cum in his Dad's hole. He couldn't believe this was happening. Eyes closed, he reached deep with his tongue and curled his tongue to reach the last of his cum with in it. It seemed to ave come full circle now. His Dad's cum has brought him life and now here was sucking his own cum from within his Dad. He felt electrified in this connection with his father. Matty finally gout, his job done. No evidence remained except slicked back hair from the lashing his tongue had given his Dad's body. Steve slept on peacefully. Matty got off the bed quietly and stood on the side, admiring his Dad. Then, as if a juggernaut dictated his actions, he bent down and planted a cum lipped kiss on his Dad's mouth, almost as a signature of his work. "I love you Dad", he whispered. then he drew the slightly wet sheets on his Dad's naked body, picked up his clothes and quietly let the room, closing the door behind him. Back in his room, Matty lay on his bed, a goofy smile on is face, one of the utmost contentment and satisfaction. How had all this happened?! Was he in heaven already? Was this a dream? How was he gonna look at his Dad tomorrow without popping a boner? As much as he had enjoyed worshipping his Dad, a small part of him wanted this to be consensual. It wanted his Dad to embrace him wantonly and to let him do things to him. To watch his son worship him and admire him and return the love. Would it happen? He wasn't sure, but he was gonna let things play out as they had so far. The universe seemed to be siding with him. With a deep sigh, Matty fell asleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed this chapter and it makes up for the time that I haven't published! Let me know your feedback at frigidverve@gmail.com as usual and thanks for the encouragement!