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Monday, September 17, 2018

[SS-503] Morning Dad


[MORNING DAD]

"Wake up, you fucking sleepy head."

It is your father's voice. You get irritated. You refuse to wake up and look at him. You close your eyes again.

"Dad. I'm still fucking sleepy."

"No, you're not sleepy. You're fucking wasted. And you're wearing camo bikinis? You went to those gay bars again last night?"

"What the fuck Dad! You don't care! I'm eighteen!" you grumble. "What I do with my life is none of your fucking business!"

"Hey! Look at me!" he growls.

You ignore him.

"I said, 'LOOK AT ME!'" he shouts louder.

You open your eyes. You see your father wearing a tight spandex top rolled upwards to show his rippling mid section, and his white nylon underwear.


Your blood rushes upon seeing your father this way. You gasp at his matured sexiness.

He smirks at you, "aren't you going to get up? It's the morning. You should be ready."

You sit up on the sofa where you dozed off last night. "Shit Dad. It's been a long time since I've seen you naked."


"Well, it's because you don't go home that often, bub," he says endearingly.

"Sorry Dad. It's just that when I started discovering this new night spot for gays in our city, I just got so addicted," you explain, "that doesn't mean I like you any less."

You notice his bulge growing.

"So, you think your old man can pass a gay bar junkie like those you meet?" he asks.

"No. You're way sexier," you reply, "don't go there Dad. You'll be a heartthrob the moment you step into the club."

"So, that ass I trained. May I see it?"

You turn around and skin the back of your briefs down. You show him your plump buttocks.


You feel him paw on your butt. Then a finger enters, "hmm. Your hole is quite sore. And sticky. How many came in this?"

"I don't know," you chuckle, "you made me such a slut for dick and cum that I just let them all enter and explode in me."

He holds your head and turns it. Then he kisses you. "But I'm your first."

"Yes. You're my first and the best Dad."

He peels his white trunks. "Well, since your ass is sore. I guess, you're topping me today."

"Oh shit Dad. Yeah. I missed that."

You sit down. Then your father sits on you and eases your dick into his hole.

He grinds your cock like a pro. Sluttiness does run in the family.

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