Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2019 20:30:05 -0600 From: R D Subject: Waking Up Dad This is a story that contains sex between a father and son If that isn't your interest, feel no need to read further. Please, no one under 18, do not read this where it is illegal to do so. Please take time to donate to Nifty. They have done a great service by hosting this story and others. Enjoy -- Chris surged up from sleep, head swimming in the haze. He squinted his eyes in the dim light of the trailer as his senses slowly came back to him. His hand swung clumsily to the bedside table to click on the light before throwing the covers back. His son blinked up cutely at him from his position between his legs hand still tugging and teasing the fat dad cock between his fingers. "Junior," he grunted, turning the light back off and falling back onto his pillow. "What's the fuckin' rule?" "No foolin' around before sun-up, but Dad! Look, it's already light out!" he replied, milking that slowly plumping cock between his palms, the scent of the bared cockhead filling the tiny trailer bedroom. Chris propped himself up on his elbows before peeling back the blinds beside the bed. The view stretched out over miles of Georgia clay before reaching a dim glow forming at the horizon. "Sun UP, boy. Sun's gotta be all the way up," he grunted before laying back down, throwing his forearm over his eyes as the gray of morning grew gradually brighter. The tugging and teasing from his son slowed but never fully stopped. Even with his discipline, he couldn't bring himself to peel the boy off of him, and no man can really turn down a handjob from a son as cute as his. "Hey, Dad?" Chris ignored it, feigning sleep that he knew wouldn't come. The stroking picked up slowly before the wetness of that sweet mouth engulfed the head, sending a shock through him. He let out a low grunt, toes curling. He peaked up again, the early morning light illuminating the boy positioned between his legs, servicing his cock with expert precision. His hair was buzzed down to a high-and-tight, just like his father. He pulled off the cock with a wet pop and a grin, precum shining on those milkteeth. "Dad?" he repeated, hand pumping the cock faster. "What, boy?" Chris finally relented. "We still gonna go camping this weekend?" he asked sweetly. Chris let himself lay back down, trying to shut out the light again. "Sure are, long as your chores get done." "And Dad?" the boy added. "Is Uncle Mike coming?" "Sure is," Chris replied, considering just pushing his cock back into the boy's mouth but unwilling to give up the fight about the early morning interruptions. "Granddad was his first, right? Just like you were mine?" "That's how our family does it, boy." "So," the boy slowed his attention. "Was granddad your first, too?" This made Chris open his eyes. The orange light of morning had finally come, filling the room through the cracks in the blinds. His son stared up at him, bright and curious. Chris leaned down to bundle him up and drag him into his arms, settling his son's head down into the thick pelt of his chest hair, fingers tracing down over the strong young muscles that farm work had provided his son. "He was. Why? You thinking about your Daddy getting his ass fucked?" "No!" the boy replied, wriggling around to look up at his father. "Just curious is all!" Chris smirked and slid up in bed, leaning his back against the headboard before clamping a calloused hand over the boy's neck. His son's body responded immediately, going slack and pliable, welcoming his father's touch. He returned the boy to his position between his legs before skinning back his hood to smear that glossy head over the boy's lips. "He put me between his legs just like this. I had sucked him plenty, but I knew that night was special." He pushed up and his son responded, immediately curling his lips over his teeth and beginning to service him. "Yeah, just like that, he told me to get it good and slick, really get extra drool on it." He gave the boy a tug and pulled him off before tossing him like a ragdoll backwards onto his back before pulling him by the thighs towards him. "He put my knees to my chest just like this." He pushed the soaked cock against the boy's pucker, thankfully still a little loose and slick from the previous evening's playtime. Marveling at each inch sinking into his own son, he continued his story. "He was in me. I was still so tight and nervous and inexperienced. He was a good dad, though. He started slow, but you've seen Granddad. That horse cock of his wasn't doing me no favors." He worked the first few inches in and out of the boy, occasionally pulling totally free to watch that hole twitch and flex before pushing back int. "See, his secret? His special little move? He likes to just give you an inch or two, really force you to escalate it out of sheer need. To beg him for more, to be a good boy. You feel that, son? You want more?" "More!" the boy parroted back, reaching back to grab his own asscheeks, spreading himself wider, thrashing back and forth on his back to try to wiggle further down the cock spearing him. His stiff cock oozed precum out of the puckered hood. "I want it, I want to be a good boy, just like you were. I'll be brave, give it to me as hard as he gave it to you!" "Well, ya see, he told me I needed to stay quiet so we wouldn't get busted. Yer lucky to live here with just me. We had to sneak around the womenfolk back then," Chris snickered, pulling out of his boy before reaching down under the bed. He rustled around before producing a well worn, well yellowed jock. "Mmm, he had one just like this, too. And he pushed it right in my mouth." His slutty son eagerly opened that mouth and extended his tongue, welcoming the musky fabric, chewing and grinding his teeth into it, sucking hard to taste his own father's ball sweat. He pushed his cock quickly back into the boy, sinking further this time, the whines muffled under the jock. "After that, he really started giving it to me. Just a beast. I'm trying to muffle those grunts and groans as he's just staring down at me with those steely eyes. I was pretty sure the sound of his hips slapping against me was louder than any noise I was gonna make." He bottomed out at least, grinding his hips against his son before beginning to deliver hard, deep thrusts, feeding the boy every inch, the impact making the bed sway and loudly thump against the trailer wall. The boy's arms shot out in a panic from the sudden motion, his drool only pulling more flavor from the jock as he held against his father's forearms to keep steady. His hole gave a few clenches and twitches of protest from the thick invader, used to fucking but having never taken a fucking quite this hard. Chris bucked harder, balls tensing as he watched his cock disappear into his own son, the boy he raised. "And after a while," he forced out, struggling to keep talking, the beast inside him wanting to take over. "After a while, he just folds me in half." He leaned forward, piledriving his cock into the boy as he folded this knees further up to touch his shoulders, the boy's cock oozing precum in thick ropes, the spurts forced out by each long stroke of dad dick. "And he says 'I'm gonna breed ya, son. I made this hole. It's mine.'" He stared straight into those pretty eyes, full of such lust for such a boy. "And I just nodded. I tried to lean up, maybe kiss him, maybe nuzzle him, but," he let the story trail off before clamping that big hand over the boy's face, sealing the jock in his mouth. "But he pinned me just like this, picking up speed before... fuck, fuck!" He pushed balls deep and roared out like a horny animal, pumping a monster load into his flesh and blood. His son shuddered and whined through the jock as he took that breeding deep. His body bounced and shuddered, cock twitching and jumping in excitement before firing off his watery boy load straight onto his own face in a testament to the love for his family. Chris smiled down at the boy, finally easing his thighs back down before giving a gentle nod, "Clench down now." As soon as he felt that squeeze, he slowly pulled out in one steady motion, the boy's abuse hole gaped and twitching but every drop of cum still lodged deep inside him. "And after that, he told me I was a good boy and he loved me and then went back to bed." The boy pulled the jock from his mouth and forced himself up onto all fours, shaking and unsteady with his sore ass raised up high. He arranged himself against his father's chest, face buried back into the fury. "I love you Dad." "Love you more, son."