He gave me a self-satisfied look and said, “I figured as much. He stood unabashed before me as his manhood grew and snaked through his briefs. But when he stopped for a moment and dropped his shorts, my eyes were drawn directly to his bulging package.
It was hot outside, though I was too shy to follow my father-in-law’s lead. I hadn’t thought much of it when Phil stripped off his shirt. As a result, it didn’t make it into Too Steamy For Tumblr so I’m republishing it here.ĭespite his brief protestations, my wife had insisted I accompany her father on an excursion from the campsite and we were both wise enough to not argue with a pregnant woman. Tumblr just recently flagged the photo to which I attached this story. “Yes, sir,” I replied, grinning against him. “Then you’ll just ask dad to warm you up.” He lifted me up to sit and pressed my face to his hairy belly, stroking my hair as I felt the heat radiating from him. “You live under my roof, and you’ll live by my rules from now on, son.” My heart sped in my chest as I jokingly whined, “But what if I get cold?” Jacob beamed proudly down at me. “I think I like the obedient new you.” He ran his fingers over my smooth chest and said, “By the way, you won’t be wearing clothes in the house anymore, son.” Why don’t you make us some dinner while I hit the showers?” “We’re just getting started, son.” Dad pulled his half-hard dick from my drenched cunt and stood up to stretch, flexing his enormous, muscled body. “I sure worked up an appetite. “It’s like you were in my head,” I admitted, blushing. “It was perfect.” I wasn’t sure if you’d like that, but…” He grinned down at his dripping chest. You’re going to look so beautiful all swollen up with my boy growing in you. Your pussy’s more fertile when I make you cum. He scooped up a glob of my cum still plastered to his chest and rubbed it into my abs as he said, “Good boy, son. Jacob stayed buried in me when he lifted himself up a bit to recover with deep, growling breaths as he grinned down at me. Dad’s cock erupted inside me and he collapsed on top of me, pushing his cum deeper with hard, brief thrusts into my sensitive hole. “Fuck yes, sir! Breed your little bitch, dad.” I begged and it pushed him over the edge.
You want to me to put a baby brother in your pussy, boy?” He grunted breathlessly, “You’re my little slut, son. Mixed with his sweat, my own cum came dripping back down onto me as dad’s heavy nuts slapped against my ass. He flipped us over with me on my back, coming down on top of me and slamming his cock into me with the force of punch after punch. Dad’s face contorted, his teeth bared as beads of sweat ran down his cheeks. I spurted thick ropes of cum on the man’s powerful chest as he pounded up into me with a sudden frenzy. I howled and spasmed in his grasp as he let me fall down, impaled on his manhood. It’s begging for more of my fertile seed, isn’t it? Just think how beautiful you’d look with dad’s baby in your belly.” He ran his fingers up over my lean stomach and I lost control. “Good boy, son.” Jacob rubbed his hairy crotch to my smooth ass, digging around in me with his buried cock. “Your pussy’s so hungry for dad. My aching hard dick drizzled precum with every drive. “Breed my pussy with your big daddy dick, sir.” With slow, rhythmic movements, he pulled back until his thick head plopped out before burying it back in my dripping hole. “You like that, son?” Just relax and think about how good dad’s dick feels.” His fingers dug into my slender hips as he thrusted upward and held me aloft. Jacob grabbed my wrist when I reached down to stroke myself, and he growled, “No, son. His balls were bone dry, emptied into me, but his cock was still rigid as steel. His sweaty, muscled chest flexed when he folded his hands behind his head with a satisfied grin. I smiled wide and pushed him back on the couch, climbing astride his big body, and rode him at a gallop until he drenched my insides. He heard the strain in my voice and kissed me as he answered, “Of course, son.” I asked if I could call him ‘dad’, with a half-joking tone to diminish the weight of my request, but Jacob wasn’t convinced. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed me to his iron chest.īefore, it had been simple-we liked to kiss, to fuck, to cook, to chat, to anything we could do together-but that moment emboldened me.
It could be a sore subject for men his age, but Jacob just smiled so I followed his lead. I tensed the first time someone mistook him for my father.