Pozzing (?) Dad, again, for Christmas

[1981virginia]

When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas.

The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off.

Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch.

Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…”

My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones.

As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught.

“Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions.

My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward.

No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides.

That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load.

With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping.

I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.”

Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off.

A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it.

[tinkerblizz]

waiting to find out if he is poz or not yet keep up with the good work.

[Guest]

Brilliant story.

[PigGeorge]

... every dad should have a son and grandson like these, pozperfection!

[mike43]

Very hot story generations of poz incest

[DarkroomTaker]

On 12/30/2010 at 4:22 PM, 1981virginia said:

When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas.

The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off.

Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch.

Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…”

My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones.

As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught.

“Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions.

My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward.

No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides.

That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load.

With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping.

I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.”

Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off.

A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it.

Ive cum to this posting so many times over the years. Thanks for it. Awesome.

[Medwaym]

So hot.....more please 😈

[Ryguylv]

Brand new to this site.. I’m fucking my fleshjack so hard thinking of my dad hard taking my cock bare. I’ve wanted his inside me since I was a teenager. He used to be a truck driver and once read a very questionable email he received from a new driver thanking him for showing him the ropes and “helping show me how to load my buns” (they drive for a grocery chain so it has a double meaning)… I’ve thought about my dad fucking some young driver while joining him on a drive. I want my dad to push that guys cum out so I can lick it from his hole. Then flip fuck using it as lube

[Cornyoldfuck]

love it

 

[Kayne]

Fuuuuuck that was good! More please!

[Movietheaterslut2]

I always enjoy your stories, 1981Virginia. So fucking hot!