Daddy Issues

Literotic asexstories – Daddy Issues by Firsttimeforevery1,Firsttimeforevery1 Note — this story is about gay incest, it also contains some derogatory language, reader discretion is advised.

Note — thanks to JohnMurray and Don Elliott for editing and input.

I’m Dan, 37, with shaggy, dirty blonde hair, blue/grey eyes, 5’8″, and 120lbs. I have two sons, Alan and Bill.

Alan is 19, 6′, with shoulder-length brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is the sporty one and got to college on a soccer scholarship.

Bill is 18, 6’2″, body builder type with a blond crew cut and grey eyes. He says he’s going to be a marine.

If you believe that.

I suspect he’s going for the WWE with all that posing he does.

Or Onlyfans knowing my luck.

Their mom and I had split 10 years ago, and for a few years, I got to see them on alternate weekends and for a week or so over the holidays. Then they hit their teens and became more interested in girls, sports, games, and hanging out with their mates.

It hurt, but I didn’t want to risk damaging my relationship with them by demanding to see them when they’d literally rather be anywhere else. I haven’t dated much since the split, didn’t feel like ‘getting back out there’.

The dating landscape had changed so much as to be completely unrecognisable.

Not to mention scary.

I swam a couple of times a week and did Pilates to try to fend off the ‘dad bod’. I avoided as much social engagement as I could, apart from the local bar on quiet nights.

My ex got most of the mutual friends in the split, and the few I had drifted away since I didn’t really put the effort in.

It was spring break, and I had decided that I would rent an apartment in Florida and take the boys with me.

Out of character, you say?

Definitely.

But I felt like I needed a break from my routine, and this way, I got to make sure the boys didn’t get too wild.

Plus, it was my first opportunity to spend some quality time with them in years. Maybe I could start to get to know them as individuals rather than the children they used to be.

A fresh start, a clean slate and a new beginning, hopefully without baggage.

And maybe, just maybe, I thought that some college girls might be looking for an older man to ‘work out some daddy issues’…

Why would two college boys want their dad tagging along when they would be on a week-long blowout? Free place to stay, free food, free drink and a safe haven in case they had a fight with their mates.

Their only stipulations were that I didn’t come with them when they went out, and the place had to have a pool and ideally be by the beach.

No problem.

The problem was the apartment was tiny and only had one real bedroom. The second room was a small office with a single camp bed shoehorned.

The boys looked at me accusingly. I smiled and shrugged. “What did you expect? Something off of MTV?”

Bill rolled his eyes, folded his muscular arms across his big chest, flexing in evident frustration, staring at the ceiling.

Al scowled and said, “Uh, Dad! You’re so old!”

“Look, it’s simple.” I said, still smiling, “Every night before you two hit the town, we’ll play cards. Winner gets the biggest room for the night, and the loser gets the couch.” Al and Bill exchanged wary glances. “And…” I added, rummaging in a bag, “If anyone doesn’t stick to their assigned room or fails to do their chores, they have to wear this!” I said, and with a flourish, I pulled a skimpy French maid uniform out of the bag.

Both of them stared open-mouthed in horror.

“In addition, they have to do all the cooking and cleaning chores for the day regardless of rota.”

“On one condition,” Al said, looking from me to Bill and back.

“Which is?” I replied.

“No pics or videos to be taken while we’re here,” Al said.

“Fine.” huffed Bill.

“Suits me,” I said nonchalantly.

That ended the discussion on the apartment and sleeping arrangements.

With the unexpected bonus of no photographic or video evidence of the drunken idiocy that was bound to happen at some point.

We all unpacked in the main bedroom and headed to the shops to stock up on food and drink. Despite only staying for 5 days, we somehow needed 10 bottles of vodka, 10 bottles of tequila, 20 bottles of wine and 4 crates of beer.

We returned and loaded the kitchen, then stuck a cleaning and chore rota to the fridge, just like back in college.

That being done, I fried some steaks, and we opened some bottles so they could ‘pre-game’.

They headed out at 11pm to sample the nightlife before they hit the beaches tomorrow when spring break officially started.

Having drank a little too much wine I took the master bedroom, assuming they would be too drunk to care where they slept the first night.

Even at night, it was hot and humid; the windows were open, but the air was still. I slept nude on top of the covers, figuring out the A/C could wait for the morning.

At some point, the boys returned, stumbling around, clattering into things until they made it to the couch. A heavy thud indicated one of them had found his bed for the night. The other threw a blanket over him before leaving the sick bucket next to his head, along with a bottle of water.

Bill then drunkenly swayed his way to the master bedroom. I could see his face in the darkness before I wrapped a pillow around my head to block out the noise and turned on my side, facing away from him.

I heard him stumbling around, getting undressed in an unfamiliar environment, muttering to himself as he lay down next to me.

Also nude.

The additional body warmth didn’t bother me.

His muscular arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me closer. It felt weird. I was used to being the ‘big spoon’, not the ‘little spoon’. This was an unfamiliar, vulnerable, yet strangely comforting, strangely exciting, confusing, sweaty place to be.

My 18-year-old wrestler son dwarfed me. It should’ve felt alarming, being wrapped in his tight embrace. Instead, it felt like being snuggled in a powerful, thick blanket of hot, sweaty, stinky, sexy muscle.

The feeling of being helpless, smothered, of feeling overpowered and effortlessly dominated was strangely arousing.

I couldn’t help myself as I wriggled against him, pushing back into him more, pulling his arms around me even tighter.

I sighed contentedly as I felt his soft, thick cock nestle between my ass cheeks.

Somehow it felt right…

Like it belonged there…

My own thin 3.5″ hairless prick and grape-sized balls tingled with the taboo of forbidden, perverse excitement.

I assumed he had gone back to sleep, and we lay like that for a little while, butterflies fluttering in my gut until I began to feel his cock twitch. He started to move again, rubbing his soft cock against my ass, sending sparks of pleasure erupting through me every time he brushed against my hole. His hand now gently stroking my lower back and thighs, making me shiver and sigh involuntarily like he was trying to get comfortable or comfort me. At the same time, his arm around me tightened, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He moved his head so that his heavy breathing was tickling my ear, his lips brushing against me.

Before I had been happy, I had cocooned myself in my son’s hot, hard, sweaty, stinky, sexy muscles like a little femme kitten, purring away happily.

Now his lips were at my neck, the arm wrapped around my chest had moved to my pecs, his fingers teasing my increasingly aroused nipple.

My already hard prick was now painfully erect and aching!

I heard myself moan quietly, in a way I had only ever heard girls moan before – that soft, sexy moan that could only mean one thing…

Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!!

Shocked at my reaction to what my son was doing to me, I pushed him off me and onto his back.

“Woah…” I breathed, catching sight of his still mostly soft cock. It had to be at least six inches long and mouth-wateringly thick. His shaved balls looked like duck eggs.

I had been about to shout at him, but the sight of this perfect specimen made the anger die in my throat.

Until that moment, I’d never thought a cock could be beautiful.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears and a wave of heat rushed through me. With an audible gulp, I managed to tear my fascinated gaze away from my son’s endowment, although I couldn’t help but stare open-mouthed at his chiselled perfection for a while longer.

Bill stirred in his sleep, one hand briefly scratching his balls as if inviting me to lap at them before he settled down again. It was enough to break the spell, and I moved to the edge of the bed and lay on my front, my head facing away from him, away from temptation.

It didn’t take long until I felt the bed moving. Bill was once again at my side, his hands moving with surprising gentleness on my back.

At first, I froze, my muscles tense, holding my breath. But as he began to caress me, I felt the tension easing, despite being naked, massaged by my equally naked son. I felt my body start to relax, my breathing getting deeper, involuntary groans escaping as he worked out some long-forgotten knots.

He worked his way down my back and then, sensing that my initial resistance had faded, started on my legs, first one, then the other from my toes to the very tops of my thighs.

Those butterflies were back and stronger than ever as Bill demonstrated his skill and strength. It felt exciting to be massaged completely naked by someone who was also naked. I had to lift my hips a little to re-arrange my prick, which had mysteriously come to life again.

Bill took that as a sign and ran his hands up the back of my thighs, his thumbs between my legs, subtly spreading them wider, then cupping and kneading my ass cheeks, causing me to inhale sharply.

This didn’t deter him, he continued to caress and massage my most intimate, most private place. I felt myself resistance fading as my body began responding to his touch, groaning in tormented, forbidden incestuous lust, raising my hips a little and spreading my legs wider.

My ass was now pushing back seemingly with a mind of its own.

Bill got bolder, his fingers now delicately touching my hole, teasing me with flirty, feather-light touches. I couldn’t help but coo and murmur encouragement.

I felt his weight shift as he moved around behind me. I didn’t dare open my eyes for fear of breaking the spell I was falling under.

My slim 3.5″ prick was now drooling pre-cum onto the sheets in thin, delicate strands as I mewled helplessly under my son’s ministrations.

I didn’t have to wait long before he was back again, this time much lower, his arms hooked around my thighs, his hands on my wanting ass again.

This time he raised my ass up, arching my back. My ass was sticking up and out like it was being served on a platter.

I was so turned on I could hardly breathe. I could feel his hot breath on my sweat-slicked skin, making me purr and shiver in delicious, forbidden anticipation.

“So pretty…” Bill murmured, and I blushed deeply, my prick now painfully, achingly hard, harder than it had ever been in my life!

Then I felt his lips, his soft, warm, moist, full lips against my ass hole, dominating it, owning it. I groaned my submission to him as I clawed and bit at the sheets as shot my load all over the bed. Bill held me in place easily as I shook and spurted cum, crying incoherently.

“Ooohhh!!!”

It felt like that feeling of his lips against mine had flipped a switch, and the centre of my sexuality shifted from my prick to my newborn ass pussy.

“Mmmm!”

Then he started to eat my ass like a man possessed!

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Fuck!” I breathed when I finally found my voice.

Miraculously, my prick was still erect and bouncing even after shooting my load. I felt Bill grinning in triumph against my ass cheeks when I moaned, “Fuck!”

“Don’t stop, baby boy. Your tongue feels so good!”

“Oh God! Oh God! Keep eating daddy’s hole, baby!”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!! Don’t stop!!!”

Bill pulled away briefly, leaving me panting open-mouthed. It took a couple of seconds to realise he had stopped licking and kissing my ass. For the first time since this had started, I opened my eyes and looked back at him with a heavy-lidded ‘FUCK ME’ stare.

He held my gaze for a few seconds, seeming to savour his dominance and my submission, before he licked his lips and put his mouth back on my wet, puffy, slutty hole.

He pushed his tongue INTO me and sucked at my ass lips at the same time.

“Uuuhh!!!” I grunted deep!

I came again!!

My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth hung open in a silent scream of mind-blowing orgasmic torture, tongue out drooling as he tongue fucked me into a complete mindless pussy boi cock craving whore!

“Oh fuck me! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!”

My hips were shaking, pushing back onto him as best I could to increase the incredible intensity of the sensations! Bill kept me firmly in place with contemptuous ease. The occasional smack making me yelp and spurt yet more pre-cum onto the already soaking sheets.

I could feel my orgasm beginning to build again, that electric pleasure sparking through my body in increasingly painful jolts when he stopped.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped in shock!

Bill moved again, this time pulling me up onto my hands and knees, before sliding his body up mine until I felt his cock, hard as steel, hot as the sun, seemingly wide as a baseball ball to my virgin ass pussy.

I shuddered in anticipation as I felt it slide up and down my spit-soaked ass crack, briefly teasing, before it found its destination, and he pressed the tip of his cock against my virgin ass pussy.

Bill lay on top of me, one arm around my neck, the other around my forehead in some weird sleeper hold, his lips next to my ear.

“Are you ready?” He teased, nudging his cock against my wet and horny hole.

“Yes.” I hissed.

“Yes, what?” he teased, moving his cock away, making me moan in frustration as that hot, heavy pressure, that effortless domination, that feeling of being owned, of being possessed, was taken away.

“Please…” I whined as he continued to tease my virgin ass pussy.

I hung my head (as much as I was able to in Bill’s firm grip) and pushed my ass out as far as I could. I could feel a deep blush rising from my gut, feel those sharp, painful jolts of electric humiliation and anticipation as I whispered, “Yes… please fuck me… please… please breed me. I want to feel the cock that I created cum inside me…”

Bill made me wait another second or two… yet more torturous anticipation… tension building…

“Make daddy your little cockslut baby…” I begged.

Humiliation flowing through me as freely as the pre-cum ran from my prick.

“Fuck my ass, son…”

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve feeling like it had 40,000 volts thrumming through me.

“Take my manhood baby… please… please son… fuck daddy’s faggot ass pussy please…”

And then I felt it, his cock pushing into me, splitting me open, breaking me apart. I came again, wordlessly, helplessly shuddering involuntarily as every one of his thick, powerful, perfect nine inches sank home smoothly. The foreplay was finally over, and Bill started to fuck my ass pussy slow and deep, making my toes curl and making me squeal like a virgin cock whore every time he bottomed out and ground his cock in me.

It felt like his cock was so deep it was going to impale my heart and come bursting through my chest!

As my ass muscles stretched to accept their new master Bill began to pick up the pace until he was slamming his cock all the way home with a wet slapping sound. My natural ass pussy slime coated his cock, drooling down my legs and dripping from his balls as they smacked into my own.

My son made me cum over and over, I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began!

I was on the verge of passing out when I felt his cock get impossibly harder, and with five more brain-shaking thrusts, Bill tightened his grip around my throat and bit my shoulder hard as he came! He literally flooding my guts with his pent-up cum, so much so that it oozed out and mixed with my ass pussy cream, coating my balls and legs with yet more goo.

He collapsed on top of me, loosening his grip and pinning me under him just before I blacked out.

We both fell asleep like that.

His cock still hard, still deep inside of me.

When I awoke, Bill was still on top of me, his cock still where it belonged, up my ass.

I squeezed my battered ass muscles around his cock, grinning as I felt my muscles milking it, sucking it deeper, caressing it, loving it.

“Mmmm!” I could get used to this!

Loving my son’s fucking fat nine-inch cock up my ass, I started to roll my hips and gently fuck myself on it, moaning in unexpected delight as the mixture of his potent cum and my ass pussy cream created a new sensation in addition to the addictive feeling of his cock being inside me!

I managed to lift myself up a little on shaking arms in order to be able to get a better rhythm, a little more movement, to add as much depth as I could, to be able to feel an inch or two more as I worked my ass on his cock, blissfully fucking myself on my new master’s cock.

Bill groaned as he shot his first load of the day inside his dad’s new slutty ass pussy.

“MMmmmnnnn!!” I moaned, feeling an indescribable glow of satisfaction that I had made my son, my new master cum.

My own pathetic, slim prick was back up to its 3.5″ erection, but I knew now that it was just a clit that spurted fag juice, and the only thing my fag juice was good for was drinking or lube for a superior cock to fuck me.

Bill rolled off me onto his back, still half asleep and in my new cock whore, cumslut state, I ogled his muscular frame shamelessly! Unable to help myself, I worshipped my son’s body, my new master’s body!

I licked his sweaty, stinky armpits until I could feel the mix of his sexy, sweat-stink and my pussy boi spit on my lips, coating them like a thick, shiny lip gloss.

I kissed and sucked on his titties until they were as hard as my prick and almost as long and thick!

Fuck they were juicy!

Bill was moaning as I sucked on his tits, and I felt his huge hands on the top of my head pushing me down.

His cock was hard again, thoroughly coated in his cum and my ass pussy slime. I took a deep breath and almost came from the smell of raw, animalistic sex mixed with the delicate scent of deflowered ass pussy!

I offered a silent prayer of thanks for teenage recovery time as I licked and sucked his balls clean whilst I cooed and stroked his cock, adoring its thickness, weight and warmth.

“Get your mouth on my cock, daddy fag.” Bill growled, and I blushed deep with more humiliating submission as I opened wide, closed my eyes and sucked on my 18-year-old son’s cock.

The taste and thickness made both my eyes and mouth water!

I stroked his shaft with one hand while I fondled his balls with the other as I sucked, licked and kissed the 4″ or so I was able to fit in my virgin mouth.

Bill had his hands behind his head, watching me suck his cock with a very sexy, self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He tapped my forehead and said, “Open your eyes, daddy slut. I want to watch your face when I cum in your mouth.”

I nearly shot my load when we made eye contact, and I had never felt so submissive, so sexy, so degraded, so slutty, so complete!

I sucked and licked more passionately, staring into my son’s eyes while I sucked his cock, my very first blowjob, already secure in the knowledge it wouldn’t be my last!

I felt his duck egg-sized balls tensing and his cock getting harder than I thought possible when I had an idea…

I pulled my mouth off his cock with a loud, wet slurping noise, loving the ropes of spit that still connected my mouth with his majestic cock. Then I lapped at the underside of the head up to the pee hole up and down, drooling lots of spit, smiling up at him and jerked his cock with both hands, sometimes using a twisting motion, then back to a tight grip and fast jerk. Bill threw his head back and howled as he came!

I pointed his glorious cock at my face and grinned as his hot cum splattered all over me! A good five or six heavy shots of cum coated my face before my hunger took over my desire to humiliate myself, and I took his cock back into my mouth and greedily drank the rest of his thick, potent, addictive cum.

The sound of his orgasm was music to my ears, and again I felt that indescribable glow of satisfaction having made my master cum! It felt even better this time because I got to see and taste it, too!!

I kept Bill’s cock in my warm, wet mouth, suckling it gently, lapping at it and humming with pleasure as the last of his cum oozed into me.

Eventually, he pushed me off and got out of bed. He looked down at me with a mix of embarrassment, pride and contempt.

“Damn, who knew you were such a bitch, dad.” he said quietly as I lay there naked under his gaze, face plastered in his cum, 3.5″ prick still painfully hard and aching to cum.

I simply smiled like the cat that got the cream, or more appropriately, like the prom queen who just got her brains fucked out!

“Fucking fag.” Bill muttered as he stretched and yawned, showing off his glorious body and my prick spasmed and spurted some pre-cum from his verbal abuse as my eyes inevitably went from his face to his magnetic, magnificent cock.

His cock twitched and swelled under my hungry stare, and as I saw a drop of pre-cum begin to form, I licked my lips slowly.

Bill said, “Fuck, you’re one fucking slutty faggot aren’t you, dad?”

I moved to the edge of the bed, my face so close to his cock that I could feel the heat radiating from it, his primal alpha stink once again enveloping me.

“Yes, sir,” I said, briefly staring up at my son before I returned my loving gaze to his cock, stuck out my tongue and licked his balls.

Bill moaned quietly as I licked.

“Yes, son, you’re a real man, and I’m just a daddy fag cock slut…” I murmured in between licking and kissing his balls.

His cock started to grow for the third time this morning.

“I’m your personal daddy fag cum dump…” I continued as I licked up and down his shaft, flicking the head teasingly.

Bill put his hands around my head, and I looked up questioningly, “Do you want me to stop?” I asked before I opened my mouth and gagged myself on his semi-hard cock.

“No…” Bill said quietly. Last night could’ve been blamed on the alcohol, and so could the first two times this morning. Now we were both entirely aware of what was happening, and his cum on my face and cock in my mouth left no uncertainty about what had and was going to happen.

And I wanted it!

I kept gagging on his cock, determined to be able to take it all, my hands on his ass cheeks to pull myself forwards, to overcome my gag reflex, to impale myself on his cock!

With Bill’s hands around my head and my focus entirely on trying to deep throat his cock or die trying, I didn’t hear Al beginning to stir.

Bill pulled me off his cock with an obscene, wet slurping sound, and my mouth was left hanging open as I panted for breath, shocked at having his cock taken away from me!

“Turn around, face the door,” he ordered, and I quickly scrambled to comply, my hard prick bouncing and drooling pre-cum.

I was face down, ass up with my hands spreading my ass cheeks wide, my pink, puffy hole glistening with ass pussy cream, gaping and winking, flexing and tightening, desperate to be filled again, dominated again, completed again.

I felt Bill climb onto the bed behind me and move my legs wider to really stretch me open. I moaned long and shamelessly loud as he spat on my glistening hole twice and slowly thrust his cock back into me.

“Oh yes, baby!” I gasped as he started to fuck me hard, fast and deep!

“Fuck daddy’s slutty ass pussy baby!”

“Uh! Uh!! Uh!!!” I was reduced to mindless grunts as he picked up the pace, fucking me brutally, mercilessly. I was flopping uncontrollably, eyes vacant, the mindless blissful gaze of a cum slut in cock whore heaven, getting his ass cunt utterly and irrevocably wrecked!

Lost in waves of continuous full body orgasm, I was not aware that Al had opened the door and stood open-mouthed and erect in front of me while Bill rode it like he stole it!

Bill grinned at Al, lifted my head by the hair, and bent over so his lips were at my ear. He licked it, making me shudder and spurt more cum as he whispered, “Open wide, daddy fag, time to make you a two-hole whore!”

Obediently, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.

Bill nodded and winked at Al, who stepped forward as if in a daze until his cock touched my tongue, and I sucked my second cock of the day!

The two boys quickly established a back-and-forth rhythm, moving me from balls deep at one end to balls deep in the other, one controlling my head, the others’ hands on my hips in a push-pull motion that left me entirely at their mercy.

Clearly, it wasn’t the first time they had shared a slut.

Al’s cock was about the same size as Bill’s, impressively long and eye-wateringly thick, practically perfect.

Just like his brother.

I felt a blush of pride that made my prick spurt fag juice that my two sons were such alpha studs!

Al hadn’t spent the night balls deep, fucking my brains out and certainly hadn’t dumped two loads in me already, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise when he pulled out of my mouth and frantically jerked his cock before hosing my face with his thick, potent cum!

I stuck out my tongue, and he obliged by sinking his cock home again. I moaned around his softening cock and swallowed down his delicious cum. Since he was slightly softer now, I was able to take him deeper, manoeuvring his semi-hard cock to the back of my throat and swallowing without triggering my gag reflex!

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Al as his cock sank all the way down my throat, making it bulge obscenely.

I felt that overwhelming blush of pride at being able to swallow my son’s cock whole, and thanks to my swallowing action, I was able to milk his cock back to full mast as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, always keeping at least the head of his cock lodged securely in my throat, moulding it into its new shape for its new purpose!

“Did the fag deep throat you, bro?” asked Bill with a grin, snapping his hips and pushing me onto Al’s cock with a jolt.

“Yeah dude, daddy fag here’s a proper two-hole fuckslut now!” smirked Al as they high-fived each other.

“Trinity, yo!” they said simultaneously and burst out laughing.

I kept the pace up as their intoxicating, irresistible push-pull rhythm broke down as they laughed at their joke. I threw my ass back and opened my throat as I lunged forwards, working my body like I was on a swing until I felt Al’s cock harden and his balls tighten until I felt him grab fistfuls of my hair and slam his cock so hard into me it felt like he broke my nose on his rock hard abs!

I just kept swallowing until he pulled his cock out of my throat and into my mouth so I could savour the taste of his 19-year-old cum!

“Goddamn!” he breathed. “Daddy really is a first-class cum dump!” I blushed with pride and shuddered with humiliation at the same time.

“Yep!” agreed Bill.

“He.” “Is.” “A.” “Fucking.” “Two.” “Hole.” “Daddy.” “Faggot!” each word punctuated with a vicious snap of his hips, and with that, Bill flooded my greedy ass pussy with yet more cum!

I couldn’t help it, and I came when I felt his cum flooding me once again. It felt like I was drowning on the inside from all the cum he had dumped in me. It felt like my belly should be bloated and fat!

God, I had never in my life felt so sexy, so humiliated, so emasculated and yet turned on having been spit-roasted by my two sons!

Bill pulled out of me, spraying my back with his last few shots before he high-fived Al again and bounded to the shower.

I was still face down, ass up and barely conscious when I felt Al moving behind me and spreading my ass cheeks wide open, giving a low wolf whistle as he admired his brother’s handiwork.

“Damn…” he breathed, making me shiver as his breath tickled my gaping, wet wide open hole.

“So pretty…” There it was again, something about my fuck hole being called pretty really just flicked that switch in me!

“Fuck me, baby…” I panted.

“You’ve always been better than Bill…”

“Prove it once and for all and fuck your Daddy’s faggot ass hole…”

“Claim it…”

“Please, baby…”

“Please own my daddy fag fuck hole…”

“Please fuck me…”

“I need your cock inside me…”

“Need to feel your cum inside me…”

Bill broke the tension by pounding on the door and said, “Hey, yo! If you’re not balls deep in that cockslut, shower’s free!”

And that broke the spell, Al stood up slowly, still entranced by the sight of my desperate ass pussy puckering up and winking at him.

As if in a daze, he stumbled out of the room, and I heard him start the shower.

I scowled in disappointment at not getting Al to fuck me, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before he would, and hey, we still had a full five days of spring break, maybe I’d find a daddy or two of my own!

But first, I had unfinished business with my firstborn! I slid off the bed, still horny as fuck having not cum despite all of the cock I’d had this morning.

I guess I had a lot of catching up to do!

I headed straight for the bathroom, my tiny feminine prick still hard, leaking and leading the way.

Al was in the shower, arms on the wall, head down, the spray hitting the back of his neck and running down his strong, broad back.

My gaze dropped and I saw his legs spread wide, perfect bubble butt on display, as ripe and juicy as a peach and I knew what to do.

I joined my 19 year old soccer star son in the shower, going to me knees behind him. spreading his ass cheeks wide open and began passionately kissing, licking, tongue fucking and sucking on his ass hole!

Al groaned and arched his back, pushing his ass out, wantonly exposing his virgin hole, practically begging me to ravish him!

I reached round with both hands, taking his growing cock in one hand and his big balls in the other, now stroking and tugging in time with my tonguing. Al was now actively humping my hand and pushing back on my tongue, his groans getting louder, making my prick even harder!

I stopped when I felt his balls tighten, there was absolutely NO WAY I was letting his cum go to waste!

He whined in frustration when he felt my hands and tongue leave, his steel hard cock flexing and leaking thick ropes of pre-cum. However I wasn’t done with him yet, I stood up and turned the water off then guided a dazed Al out of the shower before drying him off. Taking a bottle of lotion and a firm grip on his still hard cock, I led him to the bed and pushed him down before crawling on my hands and knees, swaying my ass as seductively as possible until I had his divine cock back in my watering mouth. We both groaned in satisfaction as I swallowed his cock, choking it down to the base, massaging and tugging his balls with one hand, the other feeling his chiselled abs and pecs.

When I was satisfied that his cock was slick with my spit and his delicious pre-cum, I let it drop out of my mouth with a heavy, wet smacking sound. Al opened his eyes and stared at me hungrily, the intensity made me blush like a virgin bride on her wedding night! I quickly straddled his hips and with one hand aimed his long, thick cock and held it steady as I got into position. My drooling, wet ass pussy hovering just above the glistening head of his cock. With my free hand on Al’s chest I grinned at his handsome face, holding his smouldering stare for a second or two, feeling my heart practically beating out of my chest.

Then I sank down on his heavenly cock, taking inch after perfect inch, no hiding my ecstasy as my ass pussy stretched open in blissful surrender, enveloping his cock with its wantonly warm wetness! We both groaned out loud as I felt his balls against my ass, I moved both my hands to his well defined chest and getting my balance, I began to slowly ride my first born son’s cock!

“Fuck…” I heard him moaning long and loud as he felt my ass muscles instinctively milk his cock with a ripple effect that sucked him deeper into me, before I gyrated my hips, stirring my guts with his cock before lifting myself up until just the tip of his cock was inside me, my ass muscles clamping down as hard as possible then easing down slowly, revelling in that incredible feeling of being stretched open.

I rode his cock like that, teasing him, milking him, trying to seduce him with my ass pussy, to try and fuck him into submitting to his desire to breed, to cum inside me, to shoot his load up my ass, to dump his cum in his daddy fag’s fuck hole, to impregnate his father with his virile sperm!

I had closed my eyes to concentrate better on working his cock with my ass pussy, in order to imprint the feeling of getting fucked by my eldest son in my mind forever, trying to make me the best fuck he ever had…

So I didn’t notice Bill come into the room and grab the bottle of lotion…

Didn’t notice him slather his hard 9″ cock in with it, or when he squirted a load all over my already well lubricated ass pussy…

Didn’t see him exchange a wink and a nod with Al…

Al sat up a little and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a surprisingly intimate embrace and pulling me down with him, so I lay flat against him, my head against his chest.

I was caught completely off guard and the shock was compounded when I felt Bill’s cock pushing into me!

I tried to sit up but Al held me tight against him, practically crushing me.

I tried to buck Bill off of me but all that did was push my ass out and back towards him just as he was shoving his cock into me!

I cried out in shock when I felt my ass pussy stretch to new extremes as it swallowed two cocks at the same time! Once Bill was all the way in, he lay on top of me, holding me in that now familiar sleeper hold of one arm around my throat, the other around my forehead.

I concentrated on my breathing, waiting for the pain to fade and the fucking to start…

And it did…

My ass pussy muscles started to ripple on their own, tensing and relaxing, milking the two huge cocks that were stretching me open obscenely. My hips started to roll back and forth as much as possible given I was the fuck meat stuffed between my two alpha stud sons! I could feel Bill grinning and Al started moaning as Bill began to grind his fucking fat 9″ cock inside me, churning my guts and rubbing against Al’s rock hard cock.

Bill adjusted himself, rising to his knees, allowing me to breathe briefly before his hands wrapped around my neck to give himself leverage and he started to fuck. Which he did, as hard and fast as he was able considering the insane friction he was generating between his cock, his big brother’s cock and his father’s ecstatically stretched ass pussy.

The agonising torture of taking two fucking thick alpha cocks left me mindlessly drooling in pleasure! The pressure of Bills hands on my throat were cutting off my air supply and I was turning red as the boys began to find an agonising, delicious, ecstatic, torturous rhythm. Slowly, oh so slowly my ass pussy orgasm began, first as painful pins and needles sparking through me, then developing into electric shocks that delivered jolts of agonising pleasure! I lost control of my body, my arms and legs spasmning, flopping helplessly as I came over and over in full body wracking spasms of pleasure!

Al dug his heels into the cum soaked sheets and bent his knees, changing his angle so he was able to fuck me deeper too! My orgasms urged him to really start to fuck and his hands slipped down to cup, knead and spread my ass cheeks even wider apart. I moaned out loud as Bill’s hands kneaded my ass cheeks with a surprising tenderness and intimacy given the situation.

The two boys split me open, the insane pain/pleasure, the ecstatic torture of taking two cocks in my ass at the same time had me gasping and crying, my eyes vacant, a happy brainless cock bimbo grin plastered on my face.

Time faded, my consciousness faded, my sense of self faded. The only thing that mattered were the cocks ravaging my ass pussy, the only thing that exists are the cocks ravaging my ass pussy. The centre of my universe was now my ass pussy and the only thing the rest of me existed to do was to get cock inside my ass pussy.

And make them cum!!!

Al finished first, his cock firing five or six blasts of boiling hot cum inside me. The extra lubrication pushed Bill over the edge and he came shortly after.

Bill pulled out with an animalistic grunt, cum gushed out of my ass pussy briefly before it instinctively closed tight. I heard Al gasp and shiver as the flow of cum and ass pussy slime coated his balls. Al’s cock was still firmly lodged inside me. Bill stumbled away bouncing off the door frame on the way out before I heard him open the fridge and gulp loudly on something. Al seemed to come to and tapped my ass as if to say ‘get off me’, which I duly did.

I groaned and rolled off my eldest son landing on my chest, legs spread and ass pussy wet, red, extremely well fucked and leaking a steady river of cum.

I was barely conscious, taking deep panting breaths as the electric jolts of the full body orgasms made me shudder involuntarily. I assumed the Al would follow Bill out of the bedroom, so imagine my surprised delight when I felt Al move behind me and in between my spread legs. I felt the weight of his stare as he gazed as my wet, puffy ass pussy, slowly drooling cum despite my best efforts. I held my breath as I felt my firstborn move closer and he whispered those words that had changed me so much in such a shorts space of time…

“So pretty…” he said as if he was whispering sweet nothings in a cheerleader’s ear.

“So precious…” in that throaty, almost hypnotised way, his voice heavy with desire.

“So perfect…” he didn’t give me a change to react to his latest seduction as I felt his lips against my ass pussy and then his tongue easing inside, making my eyes roll in the back of my head, moaning wantonly as he ate my overflowing, abused ass pussy like it was a work of art!

I lost track of time as my son made love to my ass pussy with his mouth and tongue. Eventually I found my voice and began to urge him on.

“Oh yeah, eat daddy’s ass pussy baby.”

“Lick daddy’s faggot fuck hole…”

“You love licking daddy’s faggot fuck hole don’t you baby…”

“Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh you know how to eat ass baby…”

“Get that tongue in there and clean daddy’s ass pussy boy…”

“MMmmmm!”

“My little ass licker…”

My words only urged him on, the wet slobbering was arousing enough but to be the reason and recipient of this devotion was out of this world!

He soon had me begging for his cock again!

This time we weren’t interrupted. Al rolled me over on to my back, his hands planted on the cum and sweat soaked sheets just above my shoulders, pinning me in place playfully. I spread my legs wide and smiled up happily, blushing deeply at the intimacy we were sharing.

We stared at each other briefly, both of us enjoying the anticipation and that indescribable moment of knowing that we were going to fuck and it was going to be GOOD.

We didn’t have to say anything, we moaned together as he slid his thick 9″ cock home.

“FFFfffff…” was all I managed, as every inch that penetrated me brought a fresh spurt of pathetic fag juice from my aching prick!

Al made love to my ass pussy, keeping a steady rhythm, making me coo, babbling sweet nothings in appreciation, then switching things up and pounding me to the brink of no return, hard and fast and deep! Making my toes curl and eyes roll back in my head, reducing me to helpless, high pitched feminine squeaks!

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Just when it sounded like the bed was going to break Al would the ease off, grinning at my frustration at not being able to cum before starting that steady rhythm again. After taking me to the edge of a truly mind melting orgasm five times I was out of my mind with lust, moaning constantly, my hands clawing the bedsheets as he grinned down at my happy, vacant eyes, face still coated with two loads of cum.

I was pleading with him silently, staring at him with a passion that I never knew existed.

Finally he came and I truly did lose my mind with the force of the orgasm! My son had completely reprogrammed me to crave cock!

And this was only the beginning…

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